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[Practicing Vivaldi's 'Spring.' Doesn't look pleased.]

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[octavius_lives]

[He's mostly shut himself off from the world. But Vivaldi...even a monstrosity can stop for Vivaldi.]

[He stops, and watches. And ignores the arms chittering at him to move on.]

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[At some point, Teresia senses someone else's presence and pauses midway her practice. Odd. No one else should be here at this house

She listens carefully, trying to hear anything familiar but is that chittering?] Hello? ... Is someone there?

[octavius_lives]

[And that's his cue to flee. Arms begin to clatter slightly as he moves for the very window he came in, to be away before he is noticed.]

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[What on earth--?]

Wait! Where are you going? [She stands up from the bench and follows the source of the sound to the best of her abilities, wondering who on earth this was.] You won't get in trouble with me. Promise!