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[fu_noobspeaker]

Well gosh, campers and counselors! Y'all know what they say about what brings the good ol' May flowers, right?

[SUDDENLY: it is pouring down rain without a single warning. And not just a drizzle or a light shower or anything - it's an absolute deluge. Good luck staying dry.]

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[brokenclover]

[the sound of a piano being played can be heard from somewhere nearby, although it's certainly a bit dampened out by the rain]

[kepthishead]

[eh, why not. i guess in this weather it's more sloshing than stalking]

[AND NOW HE IS DRIPPING ON THE FLOOR, waiting for her to finish.]

[brokenclover]

[looks up with a start, her eyes are red and puffy from crying]

--Goodness.

[kepthishead]

- I'll come back later.

[brokenclover]

No, it's fine!

[stands up, wiping at her eyes]

I have a towel . . .

[kepthishead]

I can find it. Don't interrupt your practice for me.

[brokenclover]

All right. It should be over there.

[points towards a corner. watch out for all the piles of sheet music.]

[kepthishead]

[he does his best to avoid wetting them :(]

Does that piece have a name?

[brokenclover]

Opus 118 by Brahms.

[kepthishead]

You play it well.

[brokenclover]

Thank you.

[kepthishead]

Thank you for the towel.

[brokenclover]

[nods and sits back down, starting a different piece]

[kepthishead]

[just kind of drips onto the towel now, but listens because hey it's another classical musician! also crying girls alone is bad :(]

[brokenclover]

[not looking up from the keys as she speaks]

I'm sorry I don't have a chair for you.

[kepthishead]

Don't say such stupid things; I'm the one who interrupted unannounced.