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[the_dungbeetle]

In his youth and when his father's business had prospered, Gregor had been approached by his parents and, begrudglingly on his father's behalf, offered piano lessons. In these times, they had still been breaching the upper class, living steady comfortable lives while not being too plagued by spare time or too troubled by hard work. it had been a

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[patriotqueen]

Gregor with a violin, looking at it with a face he couldn't quite determine was supposed to express. He wondered if it too was one of those things that appeared from home. It seemed to be the time of year for it. (If he were religious this was where he would pray for the wine-cellar to make an appeareance in the cave.)

"Didn't think you the musical type." He said, by means of introduction.

[the_dungbeetle]

"I'm not, actually." Said Gregor, glancing up from the smooth wood and sloping lines of the instrument and then back again. He knew it well, the violin, though not as well as dear Grete. When she played, it was so precious and so true, like her one gift she had to offer and he knew in his heart that with proper training, she could be truly wonderful. But how she would play if he had her violin, he did not know.

"It is my sister's instrument." He mentioned, running his fingers carefully along the bow, enjoying the subtle smell of the Samsa home that lingered within the case. "She is very talented."

[patriotqueen]

And throughout several pages Guy had been certain his sister was going to use the violin to try and kill the monstrosity. But she never did.

"So it is one of those things that simply appear here." He commented.

[the_dungbeetle]

"Yes, I suppose so." Gregor said, holding the violin carefully by the neck. How unfortunate he had it now and that his sister could not play, buut yet so fortunate that he had it to be reminded of her. The way she played, the way her hair tumbled haphazardly into her eyes and how she'd plait it back out of her way. How Mr Samsa would sit in his chair and listen as Mrs Samsa prepared a meal.

"It's unfortunate, as it will be wasted on me. I cannot play." And he certainly wouldn't be giving it away to someone who would, as selfish as it was.

[alex_kerner]

Alex frowned a bit at the case in Gregor's hand. He was confused. But he had been in a generally frowny and confused mood for quite some time now. There was nothing new about it.

"What's that?"

[the_dungbeetle]

"A violin," Said Gregor without looking up. He'd seen this case so many times, well worn by the hands that cared for it. Carefully, he lifted the violin from it by the neck, carefully cradeling the smooth polished wood and admiring the way that the lights of the room reflected off of it. It truly was a quite fair instrument, though he could never really be one to judge.

"My sister's violin."

[alex_kerner]

"Oh." The frown grew a bit. "What is it doing here? Is it like the bugs, man? It just appeared out of nowhere all of a sudden?" God, Alex hated that about this place.

[the_dungbeetle]

"Yes, I suppose it did." He agreed with a brief nod, considering the case and the violin with quiet interest. "It certainly wasn't there when I sat down, so I see no other explanation as to how it could be here when it should be at home." He didn't think his sister could afford another violin, and this one had been her's for so long he could not see her playing another.