dark brown hues watched as the girl in front of him gracefully played a song before him.SHE was the type of person his family wanted his to see – to marry. someone who was graceful & passionate about teaching others. however, baek’s parents no longer were in the picture so he didn’t have to worry about finding a wife.
“ uh, ” he paused, “ i tried learning when i was young five, it did not really go to well.”there’s a small & groan-ish sigh that leaves his lips as she tells him to try playing for himself. the only problem is that he’s perplexed & doesn’t even know where to start. he’s starring at the piano keys with confusion embedded in his eyes. “ what ? what do i press? anything ?
“i’ll count that towards experience points.” gam was kind of taken back to the beginning. she could recall every detail, but she couldn’t recall any frustrations taking a part in the process; they were likely more of an adult learning con, as she had noticed she could see herself in an english class whenever her gaze shifted to baekso. she was godawful at the piano way back, too, though back then, she fully believed she was the best all the way through. the natural flow catching up to her certainty was a matter of time.
“a keyboard smash?” she chuckled. “we can mess around later, this is serious business.” she soundlessly put her hands on the instrument and chewed down on her bottom lip, preparing to show him the combination once more—a bit later. “what i just played there, did it remind you of anything? what was it about, from your perspective?”
LALISA MANOBAN | CISFEMALE | SHE/HER | ASEXUAL - GAMON CHAROENSUK is a TWENTY-ONE year old SECURITY GUARD AT SEATTLE RIDGE ARTIFACT / LAW STUDENT that moved into apartment G5 a good NINE MONTHS ago. the CAPRICORN has been in town for ELEVEN YEARS overall and is well known around seattle ridge for being SELF-AWARE and CREATIVE, but has a reputation of being ANTISOCIAL and ECCENTRIC. guess that’s why they call them the THE BUFFOON around these parts!
it’s a me passing by with a small 5am rework (but mostly just a new fc) ! a lot of what’s below is copied and pasted, but there are a few nerfs, buffs and details added that’ll make her a bit different overall;;
— p a s t;
she was born at dawn in bangkok on january 2nd
she’s an only child to anchara, an aircraft pilot, and niran, a university professor since eleven years ago
she was an average child until she discovered her dad’s piano in the family house’s basement on a stormy night. she was trash at first. whatever it was that she tried to play there woke her parents up, but as she practiced for hours every day and learnt fast, she started to develop a skill that’d eventually make them proud
she was a complete derp as a child and walked around the classroom with short, messy einstein hair and refused to wear anything but superhero t-shirts and oversized hoodies with either, atoms or cringey geeky quotes on them. she wasn’t popular material behavior-wise, but she was surprisingly well liked due to her strange nature. she got away with saying and doing things no one else would, just because she was gamon. kids loved teasing her and watching her reactions, all in a friendly manner, just because she was so unskilled socially and did the unexpected without fail. she spent most of her time locked in and playing her instrument, but she acknowledged her communication flaws and tried to do baby steps whenever she was around people
when she wasn’t playing, she was switching between various material arts. that led her to be more fit than she should be. she even won a competition once and brought home a medal
after a few years of a stable life, her dad ended up reaching his two dreams both at once; moving to america and finally becoming a professor. the whole family moved to seattle ridge when gamon was ten
she was apathetic towards the change. it was unfortunate she never picked up english, but at least she had more time to think up melodies during lunch breaks
she started picking up graphic design, digital art and chess. chess had quickly become one of her main hobbies. at this point, she took a boxing class at noon once a week and drifted away from material arts completely
soon, with her inability to get good at the language, she shifted all of her focus towards her hobbies and her usually good grades started to drop rapidly for the next two years. she was having a hard time and was giving up on learning something so difficult and uninteresting to her. but, she figured she couldn’t take the risk of relying solely on her piano skills and found her admiration for lawyers. she decided to play it safe and try to become just that, for now, to gain motivation for school again
— p r e s e n t;
she stays up late and runs on 2 hours of sleep, all of that time spent switching between trolling forums, studying, playing, and trips to the fridge
she has an opinion on everything
she drinks milk from the bottle and gets down ten cups of coffee a day
she speaks insanely fast, but not a lot
her fashion taste’s still the same, except she’s switched to metal dad hoodies
she’s really observant, focused, and in the present moment
she’s still socially awkward. all she can do is be sarcastic, even in the most inappropriate of situations, and wouldn’t know how to react to anything if that was taken from her
triple the sarcasm, she really responds to everything with it without a care about coming off as rude. being considerate hurts her brain
buT, she’s a soft soul despite and cries everytime she’s playing, writing a song, or listening to a touching one. she pours everything she’s keeping down into music
she lives near her parents and skypes them every other day
she can’t hug
she has a sphynx kitten called hamburger that she bought a week ago
she’s pretty edgy and wants to get her back tattooed one day. she’s only got the back of her arm thus far, and it’s a small dragon. she just thinks it’s neat
she loves ninjas, superheroes and lara croft
she’s made a thousand huge steps towards improving her language and has vocabulary close to a SAT level, but she can properly pronounce about a quarter of them and still carries a heavy accent
she’s a gAmEr
— f a v o r i t e t h i n g s;
flowers
baby blue
giraffes
ballads
noodles
swimming
--- i’ll be adding more as i go, but click here for a few wcs !!
staying up late was a HOBBY of poppy’s, there was so much to do in a day & eight hours being dedicated to sleep sounded like a joke to her. if she had to choose a super power it would be the ability to never have to sleep. however much she didn’t want to sleep though, poppy still needed to rest & usually would wake up to a cup of coffee. the previous night unfortunately poppy had forgotten to set her coffee pot up to automatically brewed.
this alone left poppy in a bit of a sour mood & she wasn’t exactly expecting the knock on her door. perhaps it was someone for milo ? getting up, the short girl opened the door up &who she was met by was a huge DELIGHT. “ ohmygoodness. ” her mouth is wide open &her eyes are wide with excitement. “ akari !? is that you ? ”
she didn’t fancy crawling out of her rock too often, but she's been excited to visit the other since yesterday. the door finally opened and the first impression akari got was, she looked a bit different than the last time she saw her; but that may have been due to her bad memory when it came to faces, or because she’s been seeing her only in pictures for the past few years. either way, she’d still recognize her if she ran into her on the street again.
the corners of her mouth quirked up after poppy’s bright greeting, a muted chuckle following as it left her bare lips. “there’s nobody here, just two floating cups,” she extended her arms and nodded her head as to encourage her friend to take one. “pick whichever, they’re the same.” milk was making up some percentage of the liquid and sugar was missing in both, but if needed, akari was ready to save the day and whip out the four small packagings she carried in the kangaroo pocket sewed to her black hoodie.
📜 yikes. she’s restless in her sleep and a danger to everything around her. as a kid, she was invited to a friend’s house for a sleepover, and when they were both getting sack time, she suddenly raised her leg at one point and let it free fall on her friend. that friend’s never invited her for another one. she’s constantly changing positions, throwing her arms, rolling around, kicking, and it’s beyond her control. she’s just all over the place unless she was run-all-day active during the day, but she’s a law student. that never happens.
📜 she was born with the type of synesthesia that makes her see sounds as colors and hear colors as sounds. to this day, she still doesn’t know it’s not a normal way to see things, and because she feels that way, she doesn’t talk about it. it’s an endless circle.
eleanor sighed with a sympathetic smile, only wanting the best for akari as she continued to struggle with her pronounciation. the brunette nodded toward the girl to let her know that everything is okay, trying again causes no harm. her fingers delicately pulled the book away from akari before flicking through the pages. she waited for a section where perhaps they’d have better luck - wanting to rebuild the other’s confidence before they resumed. her eyes grew wide and lit up at the newly chosen passage, handing it back with another reassurance smile.
her fanger ran lightly above the words, “watch my mouth.” she said, eyes peering down when she assumed the attention was on her, “to make this sound, you need to trap the tip of your tongue inbetween your teeth, and then try to push air out. it makes a ‘thhh’ sort of sound. can you hear the air trying to escape? make sure the tippest part of your tongue is poking out. remember, ‘thhh’.”
akari fixed her eyes on the other’s mouth with an expression serious enough to impersonate the two remaining teams at esports world’s, like it was the biggest of deals, and nodded as if she was just revealed a secret strategy by an active rebel group. she mimicked eleanor. her first try may have led her to a ‘tsk’ sound, but if nothing else, she finally understood how to do it in theory. her second tryhard shot at it got pretty close, although she was well aware she likely wouldn’t manage to insert it in a full speed sentence. “wait, wasn’t that good? nice.” a glow tugged at her features. she failed worse than the first time a millisecond later in desire to discover if she could do it again. she considered it a success story at any rate.
“i want to call a new witness,” she continued with a full-on accent. “can you imagine? they’d send me the wrong address the next time and move the actual trial into the woods.” the current blonde, who had switched to black every few months, horsed around, yet she had confidence in eleanor and the good job she's been doing thus far, because she's observed more improvements since their first lesson than ever before.
there’d normally be a fan settled on the black piano occupying the corner, blowing air to the nearby desk akari kept her laptop on, to keep it cool and prevent lags that made her look like a derp in multiplayer games. that space was empty now, with one additional stool in front.
her face gleamed with pride and confidence after she finished playing river flows in you by yiruma, showcasing baekso what he was gonna learn today, or more likely over the course of the next few lessons ahead. “have you ever played before?” she questioned him as she took her hands off the keyboard. at first, she was gonna teach him the major keys like she planned before he came, but on the spot, she hastily changed her mind. she’s never taught anyone anything, nevertheless, learning how to play by playing worked for her. everything around it, he’d have time to pick up in the process. “try.” she encouraged, slowly pressing the first five keys once more.
“open up, it’s santa.” a knock and a monotonous voice echoed through the hallway, both tracking back to akari who was standing outside the door with two warm cups held firmly in her tanned hands. she wasn’t actually sure whether poppy would be thrilled by the coffee inside; they’ve been talking for long enough, but she couldn’t recall ever sneaking the big question in any of their conversations. that, she had only realized after she already fled from the coffee shop, and although she could’ve gone back for extra tea, she decided to have full trust in herself, as the motivational songs told her she should.
one way or another, it felt comforting to be able to pay her a surprise visit now, instead of a surprise skype call. the heavens blessed her with the luck of an online friend moving in the town, as if it wasn’t already enough luck that the ultimate rarity punched her in the face and she had made friends with a stranger out in the streets.
the sun that beared the infinite blue vast hovering above seattle ridge shone through akari’s window, allowing her a clear view of the book laid out in front of her. “it’s so hard,” a corner of her mouth lifted up as she whined under her breath, back leaning against a chair and eyes turning right and left in their sockets, scanning the page. she tried, but sounded nothing like eleanor when she was reading it; she sounded unnatural.
the woman's eyes stopped and locked on the word sea and, for a short while, she focused with all of her being as to prepare her throat for the following attempt, the fifth, only for her tongue to turn the ‘s’ into a ‘sh’ once again. she stuck it out to express her awareness regarding how her version came out, and her neverending struggle at the same time.
“could it be that you’re not saying it correctly?”
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