That mark our place; and in the sky [Incomplete]

[flowing_alchemy]

Characters: Alphonse, Jonouchi, Machi, anyone they run into?
Setting: Grand Room -> Maid's Hallway -> Old Bedroom
Time: Day 004, lunch time/early afternoon
Summary: Stuff :<
Warnings: Awkwardness and traumaz

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[machitobaye]

Machi was indeed the one occupied at the piano, practising--or playing, rather--Chopin's Ballade No. 1 with nearly all the expertise and grace of a seasoned musician. His small hands moved over the keys with deft firmness, filling the large room with rich sound that swelled in tone and expanded through the air; he ignored the movement behind him with complete determination, wrapped entirely within the music he was producing

[flowing_alchemy]

Alphonse didn't think the boy (or whoever was playing) was ignoring him, really. They were probably just focused on their playing - which was really, good, actually! They must be professional, or something - and didn't hear him. Which he could understand entirely.

He waited another moment, debating disturbing the pianist. He didn't think they'd be too mad at him, if he did, but still. He was curious as to who, exactly, was there, for one, and they really were a good player, after all...

Alphonse cleared his throat after listening a little bit more, and spoke again - a little bit louder this time, hoping to catch the attention of them, this time. "Who is that?" he asked, before his cheeks coloured a little, embarrassed at the awkward question, "You're really good." he added that after a second, trying to amend his question a little bit.

[machitobaye]

Machi continued playing while Al simply stood there, eyes shielded by the sunglasses but completely focused on the piano keys. Playing something as advanced as this Chopin required a great deal of concentration--miraculously, Machi had never even seen the sheet music for the piece, he'd only heard it once or twice as part of a scene in an American-made movie he'd never bothered to learn the name of.

When Al spoke again, though, he pressed his fingers down on the keys firmly--hard, even, before silencing the strings and effectively ending whatever part he was playing. He didn't actually say anything, though, impatience overriding any desire to tell the person behind him what he thought right now.

[flowing_alchemy]

...and the music stopped. Alphonse wasn't sure how to take that, as whoever had been playing moments before still wasn't saying anything. There was the brief rise in volume, before the music ended, but there was silence otherwise. Frankly, it made him a little bit nervous - he couldn't see who was there, or if they were even looking at him...

He bit at his lower lip a little bit, before speaking up again - if this failed he would probably just leave whoever it was alone. If they didn't answer, then they obviously didn't want to talk, right? "I-I'm sorry for interrupting." he said, a bit softer than the previous time, but not as much as the first. "I was just wondering..." he trailed off, though, after that, unsure of how to continue.

[norainujanai]

Jonouchi was making his way from his bedroom to the kitchen, hands busy in front of him practicing his seals as he walked. He wasn't motivated by hunger, thirst, or any sort of bodily function one might normally associate with the kitchen. In truth, he was simply bored and itching to get out of his room. His training was important, but the blond was hardly the type to relish solitude. He was a social creature, and so once more he set forth from his room in search of someone to talk to. He had thrown on the button-down shirt he had acquired, though neglected to button it