On that, we can completely agree. Everything is made better with music.
[Oh boy and that sure hits home for him. Doing things for other people is important, making their days a little brighter - it's been the cornerstone of his existence since the world ended. Since he decided to make a concentrated effort to be a better person.]
...I guess you've got a point there.
[And just like that the smile is back on- as if it never even vanished at all. His mask perfectly back into place. He opens up the box, turning it on, listening to the soft hum of power that pianos sure don't have. He meant it meant he prefered a piano, but he sure as shit can't get one in his apartment, and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, it'd be cool to expand his skill set in a way he absolutely cannot back home.
He pulls up a chair, fashing Peter a grin, before trying a few scales, getting a feel for it. Then he settles down to play some good ol' Chopin - mostly because he knows it by heart, but also for Peter's benefit- he might actually recognise the tune if nothing else. No vapid pop songs from Louis, oh no, this teenager's a classical music nerd. You brought this on yourself, Peter.]
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Date: 2019-09-05 06:04 pm (UTC)[Oh boy and that sure hits home for him. Doing things for other people is important, making their days a little brighter - it's been the cornerstone of his existence since the world ended. Since he decided to make a concentrated effort to be a better person.]
...I guess you've got a point there.
[And just like that the smile is back on- as if it never even vanished at all. His mask perfectly back into place. He opens up the box, turning it on, listening to the soft hum of power that pianos sure don't have. He meant it meant he prefered a piano, but he sure as shit can't get one in his apartment, and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, it'd be cool to expand his skill set in a way he absolutely cannot back home.
He pulls up a chair, fashing Peter a grin, before trying a few scales, getting a feel for it. Then he settles down to play some good ol' Chopin - mostly because he knows it by heart, but also for Peter's benefit- he might actually recognise the tune if nothing else. No vapid pop songs from Louis, oh no, this teenager's a classical music nerd. You brought this on yourself, Peter.]