Elliot - [015]
Who: Elliot, Tamaki, and anyone else
Where: Café de Rêves
Style: Whatever~
Status: Open open open!
The piano in the Café was currently occupied.
It had been a very long time since he'd had the chance to move around freely, and it seemed kind of odd to Elliot that the first place he thought to come to was the cafe. It was frilly, and feminine, and full of sweets, but it was also calm, and of course, they usually let him use the piano whenever he wanted. He knew he needed the distraction. Most of all, he had to get away from the estate, because she was there.
So, there he was, trying to play a piano piece that he'd never heard before and found in the music shop. Anyone could see, he was trying far too hard to pay attention to the music. He was clearly trying to distract himself, but every time he finally felt like he was on the edge of finally focusing, one dreaded word came back to his head.
Date.
He'd told that girl specifically that they weren't going on a date to the police banquet, but... HE was the one who came up with the idea that it could be mistaken as that in the first place.... Why was he even thinking about this?! He'd made it clear that it wasn't a date, so obviously it wasn't.... Right?
Where: Café de Rêves
Style: Whatever~
Status: Open open open!
The piano in the Café was currently occupied.
It had been a very long time since he'd had the chance to move around freely, and it seemed kind of odd to Elliot that the first place he thought to come to was the cafe. It was frilly, and feminine, and full of sweets, but it was also calm, and of course, they usually let him use the piano whenever he wanted. He knew he needed the distraction. Most of all, he had to get away from the estate, because she was there.
So, there he was, trying to play a piano piece that he'd never heard before and found in the music shop. Anyone could see, he was trying far too hard to pay attention to the music. He was clearly trying to distract himself, but every time he finally felt like he was on the edge of finally focusing, one dreaded word came back to his head.
Date.
He'd told that girl specifically that they weren't going on a date to the police banquet, but... HE was the one who came up with the idea that it could be mistaken as that in the first place.... Why was he even thinking about this?! He'd made it clear that it wasn't a date, so obviously it wasn't.... Right?