(68/13) Some Music, Man. [Video]

[feline_sonata]

[Oliver is on the bed in his room at Murrue's. He is dressed well, a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons open, and trousers that would have looked better ironed. The PCD is in front of him, on the bed, propped up against something. Next is curled up in his lap, sleeping, and he's fiddling with his violin (pun intended

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[Voice]

[vile_queen]

[She sounds tired, but not entirely so.]

That is something I have missed, Oliver. Thank you.

[Voice]

[vile_queen]

Worry not, Oliver. I know that your intentions were only to aid.

[Voice]

[feline_sonata]

If there is anything I can do...?

[Voice]

[vile_queen]

Are you trained in violin styles other than classical?

[Voice]

[feline_sonata]

You mean like fiddlin' and all?

Well, I can mess around. The violin was all mum's stuff, usually. I didn't learn a lot of other stuff, but I know some.The piano I'm better on.

[Voice]

[vile_queen]

For now... anything Irish would do, if you know something. I am craving it of a sudden.