[His fingers keep moving effortlessly across the keys even as he looks up to grin at her, a spark in his eye that's even more pronounced than it usually tends to be.]
A song for the lady it is. I might even be willing to take requests.
( elena lowers herself down to the piano bench beside him, admiring the way his hands move. she doesn't have a musically inclined bone in her body, but she can appreciate it all the same. ) How about one of your favorites? I'd like to hear it.
elena's elbow rests on the outer case of the piano, safely away from its keys. she lets her chin drop into her hand, and she listens to him play with a quiet and contented sort of calm. his hands are graceful, and so is the music that comes as a result. )
I'd give you a compliment, but I'm not sure your ego needs it.
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A song for the lady it is. I might even be willing to take requests.
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( elena lowers herself down to the piano bench beside him, admiring the way his hands move. she doesn't have a musically inclined bone in her body, but she can appreciate it all the same. ) How about one of your favorites? I'd like to hear it.
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[He seems to ponder that for a moment before he pats the bench beside him, implying that she should have a seat.]
I think I can manage that.
[Once she's settled next to him he starts to play, singing and playing through it with finesse.
He's done this one a time or two, it's clear.]
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elena's elbow rests on the outer case of the piano, safely away from its keys. she lets her chin drop into her hand, and she listens to him play with a quiet and contented sort of calm. his hands are graceful, and so is the music that comes as a result. )
I'd give you a compliment, but I'm not sure your ego needs it.
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[But he still enjoys hearing them. He looks up her with a wicked smile as he gestures gently to the keys.]
Do you play at all?