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[lacklusterstone]

Seated at the piano, Zoisite looks almost at ease. This is no easy feat, as the pretty blonde is wheelchair bound and covered in heavy scars. One hand moves down to rub one of his legs, healed now but entirely without feeling. There is a small smile on his lips as he carefully scoots himself around to finally face the piano, his hand gently brushing over the polished wood. It was the recommended that he try something like this to improve his limited motor function. And so he starts

The sound, while not nearly as bad as a child banging a yowling cat against a piano, is far from perfect. His movements are clumsy, but his hands are sure.