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[concerto-cwtch-blog]

akumanoken liked for a starter.

Luciano’s brow twitched as he smacked his fingers down roughly against his piano’s keys. The instrument letting out a loud drawn out doooon sound from him hitting the low note keys. Turning on his bench to stare at the side doors were a particularly pesky person had been lightly knocking. Walking over to the french glass doors, he pulled one open. 

“Can you not read english? or is it just too complicated of a language for you to comprehend.”. He quipped as he tapped his knucle of his left index finger against the note that was tapped against the glass of the door. “Or are you someone who seems to have problems with authority or intelligence?”. 

[concerto-cwtch-blog]

everkillaman

He looked at Luciano as he sat down and sighed, tipping his whiskey as a hello. “No,” Robert growled, obviously annoyed by the whole scenery. “I feel bad for asking you to come with me now. Some friend asked me to come get his kid at this college party. Sent her home already.”

“Want to throw something, see if we can start a fight?”

Luciano gave a vague hum, as he chuckled faintly, “No particularly judgment here.”. He mumbled faintly. His brow raised slowly as he stared at Robert evenly. “I’m not usually one for fisticuffs.” he chuckled slightly as he tapped his finger against the side of his glass. 

“It will probably be more entertaining than whats going on now”. A low chortle escaped him as he leaned towards Robert. “Which one do you think you would peg with something?” he raised a brow curiously. Perhaps it was the alcohol that was making him feel very mischievous.