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interstellar55552015-10-08 12:06 pm
dishevelment) wrote in interstellar55552015-10-08 12:06 pm
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Well, we're all in the mood for a melody...
Who: Koumei dishevelment and Luce giglio_madonna
What: "Piano Lessons"
When: Backdated to late afternoon on 10/5
Where: A quiet part of the city, where there are few crowds and an open piano
Warnings: F for Fluff
[The arrangements had been made discreetly, via text messages while they recovered from the partying from the weekend. It was a monday, and they both knew that free time would be a valuable commodity in the coming days.
This was a rare opportunity-- and Koumei looked forward to seeing the elegant and kindly woman once again.
Bundling his long hair up into an untidy bun and taking extra care to be sure that his clothes were in a proper state, Koumei put on his most non-descript jacket, a pair of chunky shades to match the theme of his bracelets, and a pair of flip flops despite the growing autumn chill to meet her at the quiet little jazz bar he knew in the few hours of quiet before it opened it's doors to the public. The wooden floors and vintage furniture set the stage amid eclectic art and vibrant tapestries. Nestled in the corner was an old but well kept piano...
There was no reason not to play while he waited.]
dishevelment and Luce giglio_madonnaWhat: "Piano Lessons"
When: Backdated to late afternoon on 10/5
Where: A quiet part of the city, where there are few crowds and an open piano
Warnings: F for Fluff
[The arrangements had been made discreetly, via text messages while they recovered from the partying from the weekend. It was a monday, and they both knew that free time would be a valuable commodity in the coming days.
This was a rare opportunity-- and Koumei looked forward to seeing the elegant and kindly woman once again.
Bundling his long hair up into an untidy bun and taking extra care to be sure that his clothes were in a proper state, Koumei put on his most non-descript jacket, a pair of chunky shades to match the theme of his bracelets, and a pair of flip flops despite the growing autumn chill to meet her at the quiet little jazz bar he knew in the few hours of quiet before it opened it's doors to the public. The wooden floors and vintage furniture set the stage amid eclectic art and vibrant tapestries. Nestled in the corner was an old but well kept piano...
There was no reason not to play while he waited.]