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[touchurkeys]

[A ways from the center of camp, there is a girl who is dressed. . . nicely* playing the keyboard with the utmost skill and elegance. There are completely safe woodland creatures investigating this in a scene not unlike Disney aside from the floating (and indestructible!) sign. . .

Comments

[whenurgood2nana]

Camp is harsh.

[touchurkeys]

Among other things.

Good evening, Osaki-san. [yes, still playing but it's a simpler piece]

[whenurgood2nana]

....Fujisaki?

[touchurkeys]

[s-sigh] Yes.

[thedandymancan]

*not a word~*

[touchurkeys]

[intently focusing and ignoring for the moment, oh boy]

[thedandymancan]

*sits next to!*

[touchurkeys]

[it is rather difficult to shift while playing]

George-san.

[plzdontdome]

I didn't need to know that!

[touchurkeys]

It's not true. I think.

[plzdontdome]

Why's it there then? Don't girls just like, know that kind of stuff?

[touchurkeys]

Camp's idea of a practical joke, of course. . . . You assume I'm a girl.

[stop_mallettime]

[Ooh, pretty music, ooh...sparkly...sign?]

[touchurkeys]

[focus on the wagner, fooocuuus]

[stop_mallettime]

[listens quietly! For now, at least]

[touchurkeys]

[playing~ pretty, pretty playing~ . . . darn, it's over]

[keepyourmercy]

That blinging is going to give me a headache.

[touchurkeys]

Keep your eyes closed then.

[keepyourmercy]

It sparkles even behind the eyelids.

[touchurkeys]

Turn your head then? I've done a good job of ignoring them, but I hardly had a choice.