▌ @maxnce sent: “Look- right here. Perfectly good, quality piano wire- twenty bucks.”
Tony turns a page of the catalog he’s idly browsing through. Currently, he’s laid stretched out on the sofa. It’s comfortable. He’ll give the Aaerestad’s that but he’s too busy sulking, still recovering from earlier when Beau caught him red-handed. Tony had one hand on the top of the upright piano and a crowbar in the other as observed the instrument for weak points to figure out how the best way to pry it open so he can strip it of its strings— an act which Beau, much to his surprise, did not take kindly to and let him know by snatching the crowbar from him and said things he does not care to repeat.
Beau attempts to show him the amazon link pulled up on his phone which Tony does cast a brief glance at then he’s rolling over, turning his back to Beau and his attention is back to sports cars. There’s no matched enthusiasm, no oh good job, no gold star for effort. It earns Beau absolutely nothing. A rare occurrence given the fact Tony’s usually got a comment to add.
Still he can’t understand it. What was it about the piano that was so damn special? It’s only been a week since Tony’s been forced to come and live with Beau and his family. And in that short time he has already completely dismantled their toaster, the vacuum, and even stripped the weed wacker of its gas tank — An act he thought would at least earn him a threat to get kicked out but no. It’s the piano of all things that earns him some sort of reaction.
