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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 20, 2015 0:15:53 GMT -5
The school bell rung once again, almost a song of the devil. It cried out throughout the school for another lesson to begin. For most of the classes the room's filled up as they should with student's promptly ready to learn. Or just there because it was required and PHS was a school for criminals to redeem themselves. But perfect attendance was of course an unachievable goal for most professors. This was a school filled with delinquents and criminals. The lowest of the low for the generation they were all born in. There was always a sparse number of empty desks in each table. What were these students doing instead of attending their lessons? Who knew.
On one particular class most students were pretty present. A real shocker but it was a class most students can laze about it. One particular desk lacked a body, and it was rare for that to occur. Even though not mentally present the student would be promptly there right on time, sitting, usually unconscious. but on this particular stormy day it was empty. The professor a little curious looked at the roster with a tilted head. Quietly whispering, "where could he have gone?" But he wasn't far.
Just a floor away was the missing body. On the music room's floor, curled up in a fetal position quietly napping away under the piano. Like an innocent child he was almost defenseless. It was a real wonder though how he got there. Or why he was there. It wasn't rare to find student dozing off. But it was still weird to see a grown boy asleep under a piano during lesson time. As if this was he's own heaven.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 20, 2015 19:17:37 GMT -5
Siobhan opened the door to the Piano Room quietly, wasting more time instead of being in class. Her mind races and contradicts her sluggish movements to pull the door closed in slow motions. A soft click echoes through the room; Siobhan turns and shuffles to the piano. Sitting down with a huff on the chair, she scoots up closer to the piano, unveiling the hidden keyboard underneath the wooden top. There is no sheet music available, but if Siobhan thinks hard enough she remembers the first few measures of a soft melody she once knew.
Closing her eyes briefly, Siobhan presses down on the keys, a dropping lilt floating into the air. She waits until the room goes quiet before repeating the same gestures on different notes. Moving down the scale, Siobhan presses heavier notes and finishes with brighter ones. The song reminds her of sunshine through thin but multi-layered curtains shining down on the dusty piano.
Breaking off from her playing, Siobhan sneezes at the memory of dust. Blinking for a second, Siobhan frowns down at the keyboard. What was she trying to play again? The memory has faded and with it, the few notes she remembered. Hearing a noise, Siobhan will bend to the right side, trying to look underneath the piano.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 20, 2015 19:34:04 GMT -5
As the doors quietly open Shouyo shuffles a little and curls into a smaller ball. A little bit of a noise wasn't much to wake Shouyo up but it was time for him to rise in a way. At first he slightly opened one eye to catch a blurry glimpse at a moving foot. But he once again shut them. Letting the sounds of reality take over before he can open he's eyes. It was he's ritual when being risen from he's slumber. Anything abrupt would cause him to be cranky and mad. And he would regress into a 5 year old. Small footsteps, a human. Another one has entered the room. For now he still seemed to be unnoticed. And then music.
Shouyo began to wonder, where was he again? Oh right. The time before he began to sleep is all starting to come back to him. It was break when he decided to escape to an empty classroom. The music room was empty, and he took a seat to play a little before... he. Suddenly Shouyo began to slowly open he's eyes and shuffle out of his fetal position. Looking up he realized, this wasn't the normal school ceiling. Piano sounds. To he's side a pair of legs? Then a sneeze.
And moments later, a face. Shouyo lifted himself up, resting on his elbows. Any higher and he would've hit his head on top of the piano. He's eyes were still blurry and half asleep. But he could make out a face in a slight way, a girl in fact.
"...... are you.... a ghost?"
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 20, 2015 19:43:00 GMT -5
Siobhan blinked at him with wide eyes. He had been unusually quiet for someone at PHS. Unless they were a sociopath, but Siobhan thought he was quite calm for a sociopath. Wait. Sociopaths were narcissistic so they tended to be calm. Nevertheless, Siobhan considered herself a good judge of character.
"Are you... a ghost?"
The question seemed ridiculous as it first came, descending down before Siobhan acknowledged it as a decent observation. Siobhan, too, wondered if she was a ghost sometimes as well.
"No", she replied, opting for normalcy in their emerging conversation, "I'm Siobhan. Are you a human?"
Siobhan believed the question to be genuine. His pale skin made him look luminescent underneath the piano, a luster in his mussed hair sparked the intelligence in his eyes to life. Siobhan tried to pin him down. Was he perceptive or was he a shark? Should she worry about his teeth or his eyes?
Without noticing too much, Siobhan slipped off the stool and crouched down beside the piano, feeling strangely calm. It was like coaxing an intelligent creature from their comfort zone, with no other reason than curiosity.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 20, 2015 20:06:56 GMT -5
Rubbing his eyes Shouyo adjusted his glasses to take a better look at who was speaking to him. A loud yawn escaped his lips as he began to adjust himself into a more upright position. Just a normal girl, a student perhaps. She seemed pretty gentle and light for someone to be around PHS. For an odd moment, Shouyo was starting to wonder if he was still in a dream. Everything around him just seemed so peaceful. A question back to him jolted him back to reality. He actually thought about the question for a little bit as if he was really questioning himself.
"ah... I guess so..... Siobhan...I'm Shouyo."
Another slow mutter under his breathe. He side eyed her. Looking at her eyes. A pure sparkling gold. They almost seemed to illuminate. He leaned in a bit closer for a better look at them. The color of them just seemed to captivate him. He slowly backed off and looked down at his watch. It seemed class had already begun. But did it really? He was still trying to figure out the line between reality and a dream.
"....am... I dreaming... you seem... unreal..."
Another seemingly weird question one after another. But they were all honesty, or just unconscious banter while he was half asleep. Trying to fully wake up from his nap.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 20, 2015 20:21:35 GMT -5
Siobhan liked him. The firm affirmation was startling in itself, let alone mortifying. The heiress to a mafia family had taken a liking to a boy who slept under pianos? Had Siobhan completely shirked her responsibilities? The indignant howling in her head quickly turned into a mindless gurgling before being completely washed out. That was irrelevant. Siobhan wasn't thinking, she was feeling. Right now, she felt as if this boy was not something to be used, rather treasured. How awfully strange. Siobhan used everyone and everything she came across.
"Shouyo", she breathed, the name sticking itself onto the back of her mind.
Sleepy grey eyes drew closer towards her, then retreated. Well, he said he was human, so Siobhan was going to believe him. After all, she told him she wasn't a ghost. That was mainly true right? Siobhan ignored the details surrounding that question. Flicking her eyes down to the watch on his wrist, Siobhan read the time with him. Five minutes? It seemed to have been thirty. The stretching stasis in the room was quite the illusion, then.
"Am... I dreaming... you seem... unreal."
Siobhan felt a dry smile quirk the side of her lips. Ghost or no ghost, Siobhan was real. She held her hand up from where it was pressed into the floor for balance. Her offer was a show of validation to her own materialization.
"No dreaming. I found you under here. Unfortunately for all of us, I'm about as real as anyone else."
Siobhan scolded herself internally for the bitter twist on her words. Unfortunately was right though. Maybe if her existence weren't such a hindrance, her parents would be happier people. Hell, maybe Siobhan herself would be happier.
"Shouyo, are you still sleeping?"
Siobhan asked the question, studying his slow movements. He didn't seem to be completely awake just yet, a striking resemblance to herself when trying to wake up. Siobhan figured once he was completely awake, he would change slightly. Something noticeable enough to end the conversation from irritation, becoming flustered, something irrational, and leave Siobhan with lingering questions about the luminescent boy. How... disappointing.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 20, 2015 20:41:10 GMT -5
The way she whispered his name made him look up at her again. His name under her breathe sounded so natural like each of her breathe. Silent but the room even quieter each sound that escaped was clear. He took a closer look at his watch trying to count the hours he had been lingering in here for. An hour or two at most. Which didn't seem that bad. He did skip a few classes but who was that going to harm? Shouyo looked again to her, her hand reaching toward him like a light. He took it lightly and felt a soft warmth from her.
"Huh... this is real..."
He let go gently, slowly. Rubbing his head trying to fully comprehend what was going on around him. Oh right he was in the music room where he took a nap during break. But it seemed he dozed off for far longer then he should. Everything seemed too peacful though so was this really PHS? Again Shouyo got jolted awake by the question.
"I guess.... so... I mean. Wher-"
He then realized just where they were sitting. Under a piano. What an unusual place to be at. He almost ask her what they were doing there but really what was he doing there. He began to crawl back out of the piano and stretch, looking behind to reach for the girl.
"here, its dusty...."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 20, 2015 20:58:41 GMT -5
Siobhan waited for the sparks. There were no sparks. Which made no sense because at the moment Shouyo touched her skin there were definitely sparks flying underneath her skin. The jolt sizzled up her arm and brought a tinge of warmth to her face. Did they call this blushing? Was Siobhan blushing? Half of her wanted to die at that moment if not for the regret when he drew his hand back.
The answer to her question seemed to lift Shouyo's fogged mind from the last tendrils of sleep. Siobhan watched clarity turn his face from confusion to what could be a perplexed expression. His mind seemed to answer the half spoken question, and Shouyo moved from underneath the piano. Siobhan felt the crestfallen disappointment when their strange peace dispersed while he moved past here. Siobhan was prepared herself for this. She was not disappointed, she was not letdown. She was fine, and so she let Shouyo stand without any hindrance from her. Siobhan let him go.
"Here, it's dusty..."
Her blank and staring eyes cast to the floor looked up sharply, the top half of her body twisting in surprise. An offering? Siobhan blinked at the hand. Crazy as it might be, the heiress was expected to stand on her own two feet without any aid. Siobhan had never been extended a helping hand. Even though she was simply crouching, and standing took nothing more than the extension of her knees, Siobhan accepted the hand with overwhelming gratitude.
"I don't mind", she answered simply, happy that Shouyo would have the kind intention to even extend a hand towards what one could call a feral animal.
Now that she was standing, Siobhan found it difficult to speak any more words. They clumped together in her mouth, sticking to the edges while her mind grasped for sentences. Her face grew more heated the longer she looked at Shouyo without speaking. Snap out of it Sia!
"Do you play piano? Uh, you were sleeping so I just assumed... Oh, I woke you up didn't I?..."
Siobhan gestured to the piano, a nervous laugh escaping while her body temperature only rose in humiliation. What was she even saying to Shouyo? He was going to think she was stupid by now. Siobhan didn't even apologize for waking him!
"Sorry!"
She blurted the last word after an awkward pause in her already awkward statement. Siobhan wanted to die, right there. Hopefully the ground would swallow her and put her out of her misery.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 20, 2015 21:16:18 GMT -5
It wasn't really much help but Shouyo took it upon himself to help her up anyways. He was a little surprised she took his hand though. Anyone else really would have too much pride for a helping hand. Shouyo looked around the room while brushing off some of the dust off his clothes. He had been laying there for quite some time now, it wasn't a surprise something was on him. He looked at the girl again, what was her name?
"Siobhan...."
Whispering low he reached for something on her hair. A small dust bunny that must've landed on her from under the piano. His movements must've caused a small breezeway for them to make their way there. He picked it up and threw it to the side without a thought. Suddenly realizing he's sudden touches he backed off a little.
"Oh Sorry, I didn't mean ...to... huh.. yeah I play a little"
The girl asked him about the piano, he did play a little. Shouyo sat on the seat, and grazed his fingers over each key lightly, like a feather gently flying over them. He was playing before he fell asleep. The girl started to begin growing more flustered in her words which made Shouyo turn around tilting his head.
"No... it's fine. I needed to get up anyways. I was over sleeping. But... "
Shouyo twisted his body to face her fully. Still sitting his left arm reached slowly toward her face. He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. She felt warm, even a little hot. Her face was a little red too.
"Are you okay... you're a little warm."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 24, 2015 20:40:54 GMT -5
What was this? It was so... unusual. Siobhan felt the flush on her cheeks flutter in her chest when his hand brushed through her hair. Such an unfamiliar gesture... But it wasn't unpleasant, rather it made her want to move her head to bump against his hand. Blinking rapidly when he moved away rather quickly, Siobhan took a deep breath to stabilize herself. He began speaking again, giving something her unusually quiet mind to think about.
"Oh Sorry, I didn't mean ...to... huh.. yeah I play a little."
Siobhan felt a strange and childlike excitement enter her. When he sat down at the piano, she was struck with a strange urge to ask him to play for her. For her. Why should she ask him for something that was for her? Before the crude thought could go any farther, he began answering her flustered speaking. Ah Sia just shut up. Shut up and die and let the ground swallow you, and die, die, die...
The thought was cut off abruptly when the back of his hand grazed her cheek. No way...
"Are you okay... you're a little warm."
If the warmth hadn't been there as strongly before, but it was now, but Siobhan felt such an endearing emotion her chest hurt. Struggling to even get a breath to pump her tight lungs, her jumbled mind threw up so many words to say at this crucial situation. No one would touch Siobhan. She was the heiress, and expected to never need things as trivial like physical affection or touch. The thought was crushing, but Siobhan was fairly certain she was forming something towards this man. What was it called? She didn't know. This had never happened before.
"No, I'm fine... Would you- would you mind playing for me...?"
The words were quiet at first, the stutter only softening the ending of the sentence. Her eyes were focused on his own grey ones through the glasses, and somehow, they were calming. Siobhan's entire tight body posture softened, her tight fist at her side relaxing and itching to reach up and grasp his hand in her own. It should have been embarrassing to think, but it wasn't. Instead Siobhan blinked at him and gave him a clear genuine smile, one that would crinkle the corners of her eyes and tilt her head slightly.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 24, 2015 22:20:43 GMT -5
Her face grew even redder and hotter, and she was unusually quiet. Which was fine, he didn't particularly like loud people anyways, but he also didn't want her fainting or anything of the sort. It would cause a hassle. Teachers would find out the two of them had skipped class, and were together... anything within those fine lines would get misinterpreted. Every time he would speak or move it seemed like there was a pause until she would react or respond. She didn't respond with her body but more like with the air around them.
Shouyo pulled his hand away and looked at her face. He really hoped she wasn't sick or anything. Or was trying to act tough through it. That would only make the conditions worse. But at the same time she looked liked the type of person who knew her limits. Suddenly as she responded he was a little taken back. Not because of the request, but because he wasn't all that good at it. He only really knew a few songs memorized. Slowly turning around he looked down at the keyboard. Playing a few random notes first, as if to get the feeling of the piano familiar again. He looked back at her, and she was smiling. It was so gentle, he didn't want to disappoint her.
"I'm really... not all that good.... so sorry... "
A few chords began to ring out, starting to play with his left. Then his right joined for the two of them to began to performance. His playing was still obviously immature. Nothing compared to those who have played for years with training. But still his playing was soothing, light. Gyumnopedies Dai 1 Ban, by Erik Satie. The sounds filled the room, slowly. The song was gentle and kind. Yet it still had a hint of loneliness. Like a melancholy winter. Walking alone with a muffler to keep warm, with the chill in the air walking across the street, the sound of the quiet winter. This was Shouyo's version of the song.
The song started to slow down, as if the gentle bridge of notes began to crumble and break below the players feet until. Stop. The fingers stopped moving and Shouyo looked up at the ceiling. With his fingers still on the last notes he played. The sound of the last chord vibrated through the room, almost chilling. He looked down at his fingers and whispered.
"....I can't.... remember.... the rest..... "
He turned around to the girl, who he thought probably would be very disappointed in such a performance. He usually didn't care. But her smile, seemed like she expected something. Repeating the same words he said before he began.
"Sorry. I'm really not all that good."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 24, 2015 22:49:24 GMT -5
With every singing note that held itself suspended in the air before falling like teardrops, Siobhan found herself not believing Shouyo more and more. Not good? The sheet music was irrelevant. She had no use for written pieces. It was how Shouyo's fingers danced along the keyboard, almost explaining to her an event in time that she had not witnessed. Maybe, it was a little chilly outside, but something about the crisp air made Siobhan believe it could be snowing. Throughout it all, she was completely enraptured with the flourish of his hands, the music turning to imagery.
The last chord of music dropped like rain, slipping down Siobhan's cheek. The first tear in a long time. Oh no.
"....I can't.... remember.... the rest..... "
Siobhan turned her face from him, hands suspended in front of her cheeks, catching tears that slipped out with her rapid blinking. Tears. Not notes, but actual teardrops dripping from her eyes. Siobhan was crying. ...Why? Even when she fell through two stories of a burning mansion, nearly crushed by a vault, there had been no tears in the face of death.
"Sorry. I'm really not all that good."
Did he see her face? Siobhan panicked momentarily, rubbing in vain at her watering eyes. Her hair slid down from where it was tucked behind her ear, sticking to her wet cheek. Ah, this was bad. He would undoubtedly react badly to her showing such a terrible sight. Ugh Sia, don't be so weak. But even with the reprimand and insufferable amount of embarrassment, the notes still trickled in her head.
"Not at all! Actually... your playing reminds me of snowflakes. Every note is different from the last, albeit similar in some ways."
Siobhan lowered her hands from her face, speaking softly at their direction.
"Shouyo, I don't think there's a human out there that can play a bunch of vibrations and form them to scenery. But somehow, you've moved me already."
The blush had completely faded from her cheeks, and somehow, speaking those words brought Siobhan back to peace. That's right. What was there to be ashamed of? His talent brought forth tears, and that was not weakness.
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 24, 2015 23:23:43 GMT -5
As Shouyo turned the girl did her best to turn away as well. Suddenly Shouyo was regressing. This is bad. This is waht he gets. He should have stuck to his motto of conserving energy. It wasn't like he was totally against it all but the girl's smile was no longer there it faded, he couldn't even see her face. Was his playing that bad? He knew it would only lead to disappointment but he continued anyways. On his own accord. Before he could apologize again her voice interrupted him.
"Not at all! Actually... your playing reminds me of snowflakes. Every note is different from the last, albeit similar in some ways."
"It was probably because... I was trying to... remember the notes as I was playing them. A lot of things slip by when you don't hold on to them."
Shouyo's strongest points were definitely not strength and endurance. To make up for it he had speed and intelligence. Information was his domain, usually. But when they no longer became important, when they seemed to him of no benefit they weren't held onto as tightly and slowly slipped away without him even noticing. Like moments in life flashing by. Her words were far too great for him.
"No.... you're just saying that. I just. I just play... through... thin memory thats all."
It was true, he played this quite often at a brief period in his life. A cold distant winter where he lost sight of things that seemed to be important. The obligations of relationships and the meaning of living. They all seemed futile, why waste energy on such petty things. He looked up at her agin. This time her self had changed, the air was clear around her. Shouyo scooted to the side of the seat and patted the empty spot next to him.
"Okay. Your turn."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jul 25, 2015 15:37:56 GMT -5
What was he saying? More accurately, how could he be saying those things? You couldn't even call this being humble, no rather this was denial. It was baffling to Siobhan, who understood being modest, but had been taught to hone the talents you were given. The gift Shouyo possessed shouldn't be suffocated. Taking a deep breath and turning to face him, Siobhan was ready to blurt out more ridiculous words, forgetting her tear-stained face, before Shouyo moved.
"Okay. Your turn."
Siobhan blinked at the hand that patted the seat next to him. Another unfamiliar gesture. Sitting down mutely, she was entirely speechless with surprise at something else Shouyo had produced that shocked her. Blinking rapidly, she remembered what she was trying to convey to him. Twisting in the seat to face him, Siobhan leaned close to his face, staring right into his eyes.
"I am being completely honest."
Satisfied at leaving it at that, aware that Siobhan couldn't force him to do what he didn't, she turned back to the keyboard. Oh wait. She was supposed to play something now. Her mind ran blank, wiped clean of all vague and fuzzy music sheets she might remember. Looking up nervously, repeating her habit of tucking her hair behind her ear, Siobhan noticed the sunbeams on the piano. The dust illuminated by the golden light reminded her of one song she had taken the time to patiently write into memory.
Lifting her hands, the first few notes played out, trickling out in the air before the next ones replaced them. Sometimes the sounds blurred over the others before they could fade in the air, and Siobhan wondered how badly it all sounded. Regardless, this was one song she cherished, not only for how the music itself made her feel, but the memory associated with it. Having learned this song from a complete stranger using the piano in the corner of the pub while waiting for her father's meeting to finish, the man had played the music with such a sad ring to it, that was how Siobhan knew to play it.
Instead of adding the softer, more melancholy lilts to the ends of the notes, Siobhan was struck with the feelings of the moment she was currently caught up in. How the air was still, the dust drifting about the room, and then lastly one person to share the sunlight with. The notes were gold and black, painting themselves in the air, reflecting shiny bits of her childish eagerness to learn.
Siobhan ended sharply, forgetting what the next few notes were. At this point, it became blurry, the notes turning into a guessing game. A wry grin pulled on her face, hands flattening themselves on her thighs. Looking at Shouyo from the side, Siobhan gave a light laugh.
"Looks like that's about all I remember..."
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Post by Shouyo Li on Jul 26, 2015 2:27:13 GMT -5
She complied and sat next to him. He moved over a little bit more just to give her some more room. His legs outstretched relaxed now ready for whatever she was about to produce, but unexpectedly she leaned in which made him back up a little. Did he offend her? He wasn't calling her anything like a liar or something. He just really didn't believe what he did was anything special. He never really got complimented before so why would anyone now?
She grew quiet again. When he side eyed her she looked a little nervous. Another unintentional action. Shouyo was starting to think, maybe he should be quite near her, he seemed to project nothing but negativity to her. But when she tucked her hair behind her ear he got to see it again, her eyes. The song began a lot more complete then Shouyo. Each note seemed to not follow but reflect onto one another. It was a soothing song, a little melancholy but with the warmth of a memory. Unlike the cold Shouyo brought, Siobhan brought the sunlight with her.
The song stopped just like Shouyo's, a rigid incomplete end. As if the song lost itself in the happy memory, forgetting to keep going. Shouyo looked at her and gave a little chuckle. It didn't make quite a sound but it was like a small airy chuckle.
"We both seemed to have a problem completing a song. I liked it....reflection of warm gold... like your eyes."
Shouyo really didn't have much meaning behind this, just comparing two things. But they both had the warmth Shouyo lacked. Which was comforting yet still distant. He merely looked at the keys with blank eyes as he said it as if murmuring to himself. He placed his fingers back on the piano and gave a small side glance to Siobhan.
His fingers began to play a slow tune, now from the beginning but from the middle, the main part. A small waltz, a familiar one. Ah yes Tchaikovsky's sleeping beauty waltz it was slow but only vaguely familiar for Shouyo only played one part of a duet between pianist. Shouyo took a glance back at Siobhan. Seeing if she could catch on.
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