disturbance.
Her eyes rolled, as they always did when she had to deal with him, and she adjusted herself on the bench, trying very hard to ignore her colleague. Just to spite him, she started playing again, sticking with Liszt, and gently playing floaty, light notes from Consolation No. 3. “I was here first. Go away.” Childish, maybe. But she wanted to play here, and he was ruining it for her.
Sure the music sounded nice... If they were in an elevator. But then again, what was he to expect from his fellow music instructor? He grinned childishly as she noticeably was disturbed by his presence, blinking innocently back at her when she scolded him. “No,” he replied back shortly, “I want to play.” As hard as she tried, Min knew how to push her buttons. And based on the assumption that she was a robot, which Min did assume, those buttons weren’t hard to reach. In fact, all he had to do was reach out his own fingers, breaking into a simple rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Her playing wasn’t bad, no, Son Gain was quite a talented musician, he’d be the first person to admit that. But. She was boring. His own simple playing cut into the sound of her playing, sounding like a mismatched mess. “You already had a turn,” he insisted, throwing back her logic at her, “Now I wanna do it.”
