[ without fail, leo'll always be drawn to music. he'd never say that the melodies in his mind aren't sufficient, but there's always something different about hearing familiar pieces in person--hearing the personal spin other people put into music. it's all very alive, you know?
he'd been tucked away in the information booth, utilizing the blank pamphlets as... scrap paper to compose on.... in the flippin' dark.... but kaede's playing sure was enough to draw him out of it. that's why he's here! popping out of the booth, big bundle of pamphlets still in hand as he shuffles on over at the song's end. ]
Wahaha, hey! I-- oops! [ he hit something trying to get out. god, why is it so dark. ] --loved that! You really picked a Chopin to fit the mood!
[ and he's sure glad it wasn't mozart, because he hates that guy!! ]
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he'd been tucked away in the information booth, utilizing the blank pamphlets as... scrap paper to compose on.... in the flippin' dark.... but kaede's playing sure was enough to draw him out of it. that's why he's here! popping out of the booth, big bundle of pamphlets still in hand as he shuffles on over at the song's end. ]
Wahaha, hey! I-- oops! [ he hit something trying to get out. god, why is it so dark. ] --loved that! You really picked a Chopin to fit the mood!
[ and he's sure glad it wasn't mozart, because he hates that guy!! ]