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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 6:05 am
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Despite the fact that Horace was the one rambling on and on now, Oliver just sat there, still poised, but listened intently. He didn't stop him, he only waited with a reverent patience, silent but no less involved. "You don't have to shut up," he spoke after Horace stopped himself, "If I didn't like talking to you, I don't think I would've let you kiss me. Actually, you probably never would've heard from me after the car thing." And then he grinned, kind if cheeky, kind of shy.
He cleared his throat.
"If I mess up, it's your fault though." He was referencing his earlier statement, the one about his nervousness to preform for others like this, but his posture seemed composed. His hands weren't shaking, he took a deep breath. For a second his fingers wiggled a little so his nails tapped against the keys without really playing.
And after that moment of hesitance, he finally did play, the sounds soft and quiet and peaceful as they rang out through the air. It was quaint. Oliver relaxed. You can relax too... but the mental channel was cut off after that, god forbid if Horace started getting mind pings about his musical thought process while he played.
But as of now, things were pretty okay.
The Semblance of Unity THAT'S A WRAP ON MY END ftb?
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 11:53 am
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