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[roger_ratcliff]

Those who already know Roger may not recognize the figure walking in right now.

For one, he's not accompanied by Pongo.

In addition, he in no way looks happy.

A newspaper is clutched in his hands, and he winds his way to the piano, dark circles under his eyes, features drawn and worry all over his face. He stumbles as he reaches the bench, but pulls

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[stubborn_annie]

Annie wanders by, admittedly just a bit retroactively, and stops to listen to the music.

[roger_ratcliff]

Roger glances up, and gives her the best smile he can under the circumstances, briefly lifting his left hand from the keyboard to wave.

[stubborn_annie]

"Don't let me interrupt," Annie says. "I just wanted a better listen."

And maybe a look, too, but that can wait until the poor fellow's done.

[roger_ratcliff]

He nods slightly, looking back down at the keys.

He keeps going for at least a couple more minutes, before dragging off a melody into the upper register and letting it die off.

"Uh, hello," Roger says, after a moment of silence.

(He isn't the best conversation starter ever.)