#c:omalley

[aristxcat]

the melancholic tune rang from the ivory keys but it was all too interrupted by the sound of one specific stray prancing into their home. “my mother isn’t here,” he shouted from the music room which was adjacent to the waiting room. for how big this house was it felt cramped sometimes. slamming the cover on the keys, he rolled his eyes. “meaning you don’t need to be here, o’malley.” @cmalleys