[Let's hope that the whole lot of you are asleep, Adstring. Because the night is beautiful and warm, the kind where you sleep with your windows open and smell flowers on the breeze -- if there are any flowers to smell at all. The kind where you listen to crickets and frogs - if there are any crickets or frogs - and dream nice and peaceful dreams.]
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[The truth is, he does know how to play. He just. Wants to prove a point.]
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[MOSTLY SHE IS JUST AGHAST.]
That poor violin.
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How are you settling back into Adstring? I hear you were gone a while.
[Her smile is charming, bordering on flirtatious. Hey, she's allowed to have a little fun -- none of it's serious, afterall.]
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It was a bumpy ride. [He returns the smile; whether he's serious about the borderline flirtation or not will forever be a mystery.] But save for the singing brats, I would say I'm settling just well.
[Human, but well.]
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[She touches her hand to her cheek, and then to her throat, as if contemplating her own vocal chords.]
Hopefully that little number made your point. I may be forced to feed myself to a squid on the occasion of a repeat performance.
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[Oh, he knows it was.]
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I'll give you a call if I start lessons again. I haven't given up on a student yet.
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