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[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

Really should be at home practicing...

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[metaltornheart.livejournal.com]

You could practise here with me. [says the guitar girl]

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

If I had my violin. I think I'll stick to listening, you're doing great on your own, beautiful.

[ Tossing some coins in her case or hat or whatever she's collecting in. ]

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, don't let me keep you, Lais.

[The sarcasm isn't strong. He's going to let her keep him, right?]

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

[ Have a snort as he opens up his arms. Come on, you know you want one. ]

Like I'd be anywhere but here right now.

[ Her brother is in a coma. He is so not letting her go through that unhugged. ]

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

[Her resistance doesn't last long. She's always been good at keeping a cap on her emotions, but she's been spending half her life in the hospital and the other half working for the last three days. Tight hug.]

You're allowed to be, if you want.

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

[ He bends his head to kiss her hair, arms warm and solid around her. ]

Well, I don't. Actually, I've been meaning to ask you, do you want to come stay at my place for a little while? Nothing permanent or anything, just...

[ The sentence peters out and ends in a shrug. Just... to not be alone at night? Have someone you can fuss over to keep your mind from dwelling too much on the hard things? ]

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

[She pauses, grip slackening, thinking.]

Perhaps. There's this girl, though, D'Arcy. I look after her sometimes and she tends to... drop in at will. I think she's been a little upset about Isaac and everything lately. [Ilya and her constant picking up of strays. Lais is right on the money when he thinks having someone to look after would help.] Maybe my flat would be better? If you don't mind.

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

[ He chuckles, low and rumbly in his chest. ]

I don't if your neighbors don't. I'll still have to practice, though I suppose I could head to work early or stay late to take care of that if it would be an issue.

[ One of his hands rub slow circles on her back. ]

Anything for you, rohi, you know that.

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

They're used to Isaac dropping in, Lais, I'm sure they can handle a bit of fiddle music.

[The thought makes-- if not a smile, a less distraught look flash across her face. Clinging slightly to the back of his shirt or jacket will have to do in place of a 'thank you.' Thanking him would be admitting he's doing something for her.]

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

Fiddle music? Last time I get you free tickets to the Met.

[ He gets it, so it's all good. ]

Now, we need tea, don't we?

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

Last time I take an evening off work for you.

[She lets go and leans back.] Yes. Yes, I do think tea would be quite... appropriate.

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

I knew it, you only love me for my connections.

[ He gives her a friendly nudge and heads towards the kitchen. ]

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

That and your microwave-fixing capabilities.

[She'll follow, naturally.]

[metaltornheart.livejournal.com]

You could practise here with me. [says the guitar girl]

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

If I had my violin. I think I'll stick to listening, you're doing great on your own, beautiful.

[ Tossing some coins in her case or hat or whatever she's collecting in. ]

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, don't let me keep you, Lais.

[The sarcasm isn't strong. He's going to let her keep him, right?]

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

[ Have a snort as he opens up his arms. Come on, you know you want one. ]

Like I'd be anywhere but here right now.

[ Her brother is in a coma. He is so not letting her go through that unhugged. ]

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

[Her resistance doesn't last long. She's always been good at keeping a cap on her emotions, but she's been spending half her life in the hospital and the other half working for the last three days. Tight hug.]

You're allowed to be, if you want.

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

[ He bends his head to kiss her hair, arms warm and solid around her. ]

Well, I don't. Actually, I've been meaning to ask you, do you want to come stay at my place for a little while? Nothing permanent or anything, just...

[ The sentence peters out and ends in a shrug. Just... to not be alone at night? Have someone you can fuss over to keep your mind from dwelling too much on the hard things? ]

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

[She pauses, grip slackening, thinking.]

Perhaps. There's this girl, though, D'Arcy. I look after her sometimes and she tends to... drop in at will. I think she's been a little upset about Isaac and everything lately. [Ilya and her constant picking up of strays. Lais is right on the money when he thinks having someone to look after would help.] Maybe my flat would be better? If you don't mind.

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

[ He chuckles, low and rumbly in his chest. ]

I don't if your neighbors don't. I'll still have to practice, though I suppose I could head to work early or stay late to take care of that if it would be an issue.

[ One of his hands rub slow circles on her back. ]

Anything for you, rohi, you know that.

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

They're used to Isaac dropping in, Lais, I'm sure they can handle a bit of fiddle music.

[The thought makes-- if not a smile, a less distraught look flash across her face. Clinging slightly to the back of his shirt or jacket will have to do in place of a 'thank you.' Thanking him would be admitting he's doing something for her.]

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

Fiddle music? Last time I get you free tickets to the Met.

[ He gets it, so it's all good. ]

Now, we need tea, don't we?

[sharpbutler.livejournal.com]

Last time I take an evening off work for you.

[She lets go and leans back.] Yes. Yes, I do think tea would be quite... appropriate.

[virtuoso-c.livejournal.com]

I knew it, you only love me for my connections.

[ He gives her a friendly nudge and heads towards the kitchen. ]