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@mary-worth
sweetromenpotts:
Romen gasps, eyes widening slightly. “You did? Mary I didn’t know that!” He lets out a soft giggle as a hand raises up to brush her hair with her fingers. “Well I’m sure she didn’t do it to hurt you, she probably didn’t know either.”
“If you say so.” Her smile was teasing.
baileythevegetable:
well that’s their own fucking faults then. either they should learn to do it or just know pitches…
Expecting everyone to have perfect pitch is unrealistic.
sweetromenpotts:
“ My mom always sent for somebody to tune our piano since it looked just too complicated– also she worried we might mess up the piano while learning. ” Romen shrugged with a small, yet sweet smile. “ That’s my excuse anyways. ”
She could have asked me! I feel personally hurt that sent for someone else. I knew how to tune at piano at the age of twelve!
lovelyfree:
What? I didn’t even know pianos had to be tuned.
They do not have to be tuned very often, but it still needs to be done.
drew-fitz:
It probably is possible since no one else seems to care about pianos but you.
I am sure someone else cares. Pianos are important, and I am not the only musical student at this school.
baileythevegetable:
Oh my Walt, who the fuck cares? If you’re the only one playing, then why does it matter?
Pianos can also be used to give singers their pitches, not just to be played. I may be one of the few piano players but many other students sing.
Pardon us, most people don’t study fucking piano tuning in their spare time.
I did not learn on my own accord in my spare time, it was part of my studies to learn how to tune a piano.
Is it really possible that I am the only person at this school who knows how to tune a piano? Every time the piano has needed to be tuned, it has been me who does it.
“We’ll be alright, Mary. I’m sure of it.. Just keep your mind off it, yes?”
“Yes, because shoving away feelings and worries so I can be ignorant and happy is the solution to this.”
We all die eventually, who cares if it’s tomorrow?
I do. There is much in my life I have still have not gotten the chance to experience.
archer nods, once, before looking down at his near-empty cup. he’s been practising his art on his own ( he’s getting better, and dabbles occasionally now even when lucid ), but the idea of taking a class for it terrifies him. what if he wasn’t good? what if it was too intense? what if it was too restrictive? archer doesn’t think the teacher would approve of him turning in his midterm project using his own body as the canvas. ❛ what kinda art d’you like? ❜ a pause, and then a mumbled, ❛ jackson pollock’s my fav’rite. ❜
“I adore all art styles, I was brought up with a very art enriched life.” She could feel his distance, how he seemed to be thinking about something else entirely while he spoke to her. “I am getting back into Van Gogh, his work is widely appreciated for good reason.”
His eyes lingered on the speaker for perhaps 10 seconds– quite an achievement, dare he say. There was so very little left that was able to keep his attention for longer. He nodded, pretending to listen until his eyes caught your character’s. A far more interesting choice to waste time. Figure leaned against the bricked wall, crossing arms before his chest as he directed your character a casual nod, accompanied by a sly smile.
Her fingers braided back her hair into a tight french braid, her eyes were staring into space until they locked with someone across the way. A mischievous smile was directed her way, and Mary felt her cheeks pink as she tied off the end of her braid, wondering if she should go talk to the man or not.
archerdoe:
❛ hm? ❜ the question falls from his lips before he even has a chance to think about it, and his face turns a rosy-pink ever so slightly as he realizes his mistake. ❛ i’m – fine. ‘course. you, uh … you like art? ❜
Mary just looked at him for a moment, thinking through whether or not she should try again to prompt him to telling her what was on his mind. She decided to go along with his change of subject, at least for now. “Yes, I do. The art classes here are incredible.” There was an awkward silence as she didn’t know what else to say.
lucasxking:
“School’s rarely keep their students in the loop, in anything. I’m sure they have plans and preparations laid out now, just in case, and they haven’t told us so as to keep us from worrying any further. If there were still a need to worry, they’d be making sure we were worried, yeah?”
“Would they though? An entire school of young people panicking could get out of control, so they might hide information from us to keep us calm.”
baileythevegetable:
Worrying won’t accomplish anything, not worth the time and energy.
Worrying keeps you alert to developments or nuances that you would have otherwise not have noticed.
rickyffs:
“W-well, we came here to be safe in the first place… Right? So, m’sure that things are b-better.”
“If you say so... I want to believe that, but I just cannot shake the feeling that we are being kept in the dark.”
archerdoe:
his eyes are glassy ( though he’s doing a fine job of distracting from it ; knuckles battered and decorated with blossoms of red and burgundy, skin scraped away ), and he looks without seeing, his brain hazy. it’s taken him a while to gather up the strength to socialize, and when he had he’d decided it was easier just to throw himself into the deep end and deal with the consequences later. those consequences were hitting now : mental fatigue, emotional apathy, the niggling voices of frederick and rosemarie in the back of his head, quiet but noticeable. the coffee ( his first of the day, but certainly not his last ) soothes his throat, unsticking it where it had been clogged with self-deprecation, confusion, and a smidgeon of self-constructed loneliness. it takes archer a few moments to realize someone’s talking to him, and even longer for him to realize what they’re saying. in the interim, he nods slowly, as though he understands. ❛ yeah. sounds great. you should – absolutely. ❜ maybe they won’t realize he has no idea what they are talking about.
Mary hadn’t wanted to tread somewhere that wasn’t her place, but the way the boy was acting way worrying her. She had been speaking about the art program at their school, and his reply didn’t make any sense to what she had said. His eyes were unfocused, distant. Mary thought for a moment about how to go about this. “Are you... alright?”
