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.

For Machi, music was far more important than human interaction, and if he heard Al--which indeed he did, sensitive to sound (even under the piano's notes) as he was--he gave no sign, letting his fingers glide gracefully down the keys without even a moment's hesitation to let the other boy know he knew he was there.

It was entirely possible that Machi actually ever knew who Al was; voice was a powerful indicator to him--again, even under the occupying sounds of his focus and instrument--but there was again no sign, even in the expressionless sunglass-covered face that Al could not see.

He was to all appearances completely absorbed in his piano.