[Next thing you know he's going to be buying a pipa back too, damn.
But he glances over, hand resting carefully on the neck of his kokyu. He doesn't play very often anymore for obvious reasons, but every time he comes across familiar instruments or songs, it reminds him of better times.]
It can. It's a bit of a bridge, yes? ...It's one of the things that brings me back to my childhood.
[He'd like Hotarumaru back more than anything, but any sort of positive connection to the past is one he'll gladly take. Anyway, with a gentle little pluck of the strings:]
It will be nice to share it with others, as well. I think music helps a little.
He smiles at that, though! He's been itching to play since he got it back, having only run through chords to test the tuning and then spending the rest of the morning running around.]
[His many talents of music-playing and blood...shedding! Wowie.
Anyway enjoy the very elegant playing of one lad who has clearly grown up with instruments. He plays very well! Mister one-man show! Once he's come to the end of the song with a last lingering pluck of the strings, he rests his bow across the body of it, eyes closed for a moment. Then, curiously:]
[STOP DON'T BE A SAKYOU STAN. He's just still vibin with his faint amusement though, but he'll lean over and reach out to gently place a hand against Mandricardo's knee in a light little reassuring touch.]
Your feelings are quite genuine, after all... I'm grateful for them.
[He's trying so hard not to bully in this moment, but it helps a little that Mandricardo is being so sweet about it, honestly. He's genuinely touched...]
...Thank you, Mandricardo. I hope you'll let me be selfish enough to enjoy your happiness, too - it's one of the reasons I enjoy playing music for others.
[They have created a little pancake hand stack on Mandricardo's knee now. Sakyou's smile is a little softer; his head inclines forward just a little, almost like he's sheepish.]
You always say such kind things... I'll play for you any time you'd like to hear it.
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Sometimes music can carry a little bit of home, right?
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But he glances over, hand resting carefully on the neck of his kokyu. He doesn't play very often anymore for obvious reasons, but every time he comes across familiar instruments or songs, it reminds him of better times.]
It can. It's a bit of a bridge, yes? ...It's one of the things that brings me back to my childhood.
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[He recalls what Sakyou said to him about his family. About his mission. About what, exactly, he's lost.]
[His expression sobers, as he looks at the instrument.]
I'm...glad you have it here with you.
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[He'd like Hotarumaru back more than anything, but any sort of positive connection to the past is one he'll gladly take. Anyway, with a gentle little pluck of the strings:]
It will be nice to share it with others, as well. I think music helps a little.
[To soothe despondency...]
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[He watches Sakyou pluck the strings. It's hard to think that this same man could easily destroy and kill demons like it was nothing.]
...I'd like to hear you play, sometime.
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He smiles at that, though! He's been itching to play since he got it back, having only run through chords to test the tuning and then spending the rest of the morning running around.]
Would you like to hear something now?
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Y-yeah. Absolutely.
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Then... Mm - this one; I think you would enjoy this.
[He's just jammin out a sweet rendition of this oldass folksong.]
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[It's so nice...he even leans forward to put his head in his hands as he listens.]
[Sakyou is so talented. :3]
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Anyway enjoy the very elegant playing of one lad who has clearly grown up with instruments. He plays very well! Mister one-man show! Once he's come to the end of the song with a last lingering pluck of the strings, he rests his bow across the body of it, eyes closed for a moment. Then, curiously:]
Do you enjoy the sound?
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[He's no poet. He can't describe it well. But he puts his hand against his chest.]
It makes my heart feel warm.
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That's how I feel about it, as well. Listening to it or being able to play it... It has a familiar sort of warmth.
[He plucks a few strings, making a nonsense sort of tune that still works well.]
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[He lets out a little laugh, a thought coming to mind.]
It feels like you, for sure.
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Mm? ...You think it does?
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[He nods. Somehow, that's the best way he can explain it.]
I can just feel like it's you, through and through. Like...I'm hearin' your heart.
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...I'm surprised that it's a pleasant sound, then.
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Of course it is! Come on. That's how I see it.
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[He says it with a tone of gentle amusement, though, the punk.]
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[Emotional! SAKYOU STAN!]
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Your feelings are quite genuine, after all... I'm grateful for them.
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[He looks down at the touch, and his cheeks turn pink - he has to take a moment to answer.]
Well, you know that I care about you. So...I'm happy if you're happy.
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...Thank you, Mandricardo. I hope you'll let me be selfish enough to enjoy your happiness, too - it's one of the reasons I enjoy playing music for others.
[He truly just vibes with them as they listen.]
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[He won't allow Sakyou to see it like that. He places his hand on top of Sakyou's hand.]
I think its nice. To share music like this. I can tell how much you love it.
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You always say such kind things... I'll play for you any time you'd like to hear it.
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[He just nods, smiling.]
I'd like that.
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