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Once the music started playing, L.Joe closed his eyes to enjoy the sound that surrounded him. It was a lovely sound that none of his classmates, or even him, could compare to. But as soon as the music started, it ended just as quick. He opened his eyes and looked at the other as he spoke. A sad tone and an apology was the last thing he expected from the other.
"No… it’s okay, than—" L.Joe was about to thank the other for playing, even though it was short but he was distracted as he noticed the other’s hands. His eyes widened, taking in the sight and stared at the other after inhaling a light gasp. “Are… you, injured?!” he exclaimed in a hush whisper, disbelief coating his words.
A violinist’s arms, especially their wrists and hands, were were their lifeline. If something happened to them, their entire career is over! Why on earth would the other play while injure— Oh. Right. Because L.Joe asked him to. He smacked himself hard in the forehead, enough to leave a red mark although hidden by his fringe, for not noticing the other’s pain sooner. “Shit—” he cussed under his breath before giving the other a worried look, “I’m so sorry— You, uh, you should’ve said something…”
He jerked his head back up from his words. Injured ran through his mind. Leo massaged his wrist for a second, to check if it really did need a doctor's opinion. He glared at nothing from forcing himself to subject to more pain but it had to be done. Leo didn't feel as if this was a bone fracture. It felt like it was sore or in the worse case, a sprain. He looked back down thinking of what to pick up from the drugstore. 'I might need some ointment...ice pack...maybe some ram-' But snapped out of it.
Leo looked at the blonde's face, seeing a red mark forming on his forehead. He narrowed his eyes from hearing his words. Why was he swearing and hurting himself? It wasn't like it was his fault. It was his own fault. Leo could look back a few days ago till now, thinking of his stupid decisions and not letting his wrist take a break. Ignoring the pain until now could mean harsh punishments for him, not the stranger.
"There's no need to feel sorry," He said calmly to the stranger. " This was my fault. I'm just glad I was able to play you a song, even if it was a short one at that." Leo remembered the blonde's blissful face while he was finishing the song. He lived to be a performer. He loved being able to make people happy from his music. Leo thought the pain was worth it.
New Home
She was done. Well, for the day at least. Managing to complete a photoshoot earlier than expected, her manager decided to reward her with a day off. Bless his kind soul, she thought to herself as she bolted to her car, speeding home. She could do so much. She could finish unpacking, she could pay her bills, and she could also finally finish that one book that she had been meaning to get to. But all of that seemed unimportant, well in comparison to sleep that is.
Leaving her bag in her car—-on account of her immense laziness—Ailee scurried to her apartment, not even bothering to mask her excitement. It’s when she passes by an open area, noticing a new face—-a rather lone one she might add, that she abruptly stops, almost stumbling forward. “I—Sleep or people?—sleep or people?” she mutters under her breath, only to swallow her pride and take a step forward.
"I can do this, I can make friends." The pep talk was wonderful, one could say it was riveting. That is, until she took her place in front of the stranger, the first words falling from her mouth.
"A snail has five assholes-"
He skimmed through the first pages already bored of the story. It seemed like a supernatural romance novel and he already had his filled of those "books" during his teenage years. Leo dropped the book back to the table beside him and picked up the next one on the stack. With a green cover and a magnify glass in the front, he decided that this story looked more promising than the other. Every page he read, he would look up to observe the people around the lobby. After 10 pages, he noticed that they were a lively yet kind bunch. As long as someone doesn't force him to do weird actions, he believed this could be a nice place to live.
He noticed from the corner of his eye that a woman was walking towards him. He glanced back to the book, thinking that she might just move somewhere else until she stopped in front of him. Raising an eyebrow, he placed the book down on his lap and said, "May I help you?"
The words coming out of her mouth shocked him. He felt his eyes widen from this random fact. It wasn't vulgar but it was peculiar. He stared at her for a moment then spoke up, "Do you have me mistaken for someone else?" He asked, thinking that maybe she meant to tell that to someone else.
Leo & Ravi; Curiosity
Ravi had decided to do some advertising that morning. The arcade didn’t open for another hour or so and one of his employees was in charge of opening so he could afford to be out thankfully. The gamer was dressed in some comfortably torn jeans, black books and the black hoodie with the robot logo spread across the back of it. Granted the jacket’s sleeves were pushed up to his elbows due to the growing heat. He could still manage to wear the hoodie even in this weather though.
Grabbing an arm full of flyers.tape and a stable gun, shoving them in a bag he threw over his shoulder, he went out of his apartment and towards the streets. He actually did like where he lived. Granted it wasn’t as ‘grand’ as other parts of the city, it was a nice area. Things were close enough to walk to, fairly priced, and the people were nice. What more could one ask for?
As he was stapling a flyer to a small board covered with them he stopped for a moment. There was a noise he hadn’t heard before - it was beautiful too. Being the curious big kid he was, he had to investigate. He shoved the staple gun in his bag again before looking around for the maker of the noise.
He stopped infront of the other man playing the violin, a smile on his face as he simply watched. The music the other was making was beautiful, professional — like something he could easily hear off of a video game soundtrack. Ravi loved it.
He clapped when the other came to a stopping point, the smile on his face even brighter than before if it was possible. Picking up his bag again, he walked closer to the violinist. “That was awesome! I’ve never heard anything like it!” He complimented the other with a smile. He would’ve given the other money, but he didn’t have any cash on him at the moment. “Just — wow, how long have you been playing?”
After he looked away from the red haired boy, he bowed his head to the scattered audience. His ears were filled with their praise which lead him to retain the confident smile for a while longer. The crowd started to disperse when they saw Leo not preparing another song. He decided to take a little breather to organize his thoughts. He didn't expect so many people in this area, but he didn't mind that fact. It just gave him more of an opportunity to practice.
A voice took him away from his idle mind. Looking to the sound, the red hair went back into his vision. He didn't expect the stranger to approach him. Usually they just listen and go. Leo felt himself slipping back to his old self, back to his nervousness. The other did ask a question, so he ignored the feeling and pushed on. "Thank you," He said with a bow of his head, "I've been playing for about 13 years." He studied the stranger. Leo could have seen him around the area but he wasn't sure. Everyone around him was basically new to him. Noticing the boy not leaving, another question popped into his mind. "Would you like me to play a request?"
@minaxk
You’re studying music in university, then? {/smiles, having assumed that you’re probably around the same age as her, if not older} I think the violin is a hard instrument to master, and if you’re making violin based compositions, then that’s impressive. I think violin music can be very beautiful, yes. Strings are… {/smiles some more, nodding} Yeah.
-he nods to your comments and his cheeks lighting up more in pink- It's not that very impressive compared to my classmates but thank you. Most of my practice comes from performing out in the streets. -he smiles, more relaxed over your presence- Do you go to an university as well?
Hey, I'm Jonghyun. {'waves, smiling a bit.} It's nice to meet you - I hope we get to know each other, yeah?
-he bows his head and shows a small smile- Hello Jonghyun, I’m Leo. It’s nice to meet you too. I’d be glad if we do. Feel free to talk to me anytime. -nods his head once-
Pleasure is all mine, Leo. {‘grins as he slowly nodded his head to the side some.} Any time? Why not now hm? We can - get to know each other over a cup of tea or something.
Tea... -trails off the word and smiles a little more confident- I would like that. Do you know a good tea place or if not, I know a great coffee place -shrugs-
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☏: How about a voice message from my muse?
“Hello this is Leo from room 610. I um…just wanted to say that if you can hear my music, feel free to tell me if it bothers you. I don’t want to disturb another neighbor. Thank you.
Send me a...
✉: For a regular text message from my muse.
✎: For an unsent letter from my muse.
☏: How about a voice message from my muse?
✘: Scars aren’t very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.
✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how’ll my muse ever thank them?
ϟ: There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?