IC Inbox for Empatheias

[nofarplaneyet]

Messenger Bird/Voice/Image/Action

*If you want to harass an old man, feel free. Expect dry humor in return if you're trying to be smart.*

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[sonicblade]

Really?

[He didn’t take Auron for liking that sort of thing.]

I mean, I guess. Just not sure how much of a teacher I am.

[nofarplaneyet]

Or if you don't want to teach me, just play for a little bit.

[He hadn't really had a chance to listen to his younger brother play all that much the night before, given how he was bouncing around the party.]

[sonicblade]

It's not that I don't want to, just not sure I know how.

[But he'll play since he was asked.]

Anything in particular you want to hear?

[nofarplaneyet]

No, just play whatever you want.

[Might as well take advantage of their piano while they have it!]

[sonicblade]

Alright, let's see.

[He made his way over to the piano. He took a few minutes to think of what he wanted to play, and then smiled, this would probably wake him up a little.]

[nofarplaneyet]

[You know what? He's so thankful. Thankful for the party they had, but now just thankful for the quiet. All the food they'd be working on. And Cloud playing a piano way better than he'd realized.

He'll just enjoy this day. And try not to tap his feet while he listens.]

[sonicblade]

[The song eventually fades into something a little more mellow. Some sort of mix if thoughtful, sad, and hopeful. He's not sure why he changed to this particular song, something he heard his mother play countless times, but he did.]

Thank you, Auron.