SAKYOU PC - sad vengeance chillstep dubcore remix

[duranduel]

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[duranduel]

[Ohhhhh.]

[It's so nice...he even leans forward to put his head in his hands as he listens.]

[Sakyou is so talented. :3]

[modissty]

[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:]

Do you enjoy the sound?

[duranduel]

...Yeah. It's so...it takes you to another place, somehow.

[He's no poet. He can't describe it well. But he puts his hand against his chest.]

It makes my heart feel warm.

[modissty]

[He may not be a poet, but that sort of description still has Sakyou smiling in a faint and fond way.]

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.]

[duranduel]

...

[He lets out a little laugh, a thought coming to mind.]

It feels like you, for sure.

[modissty]

[That gets a little surprised look! He blinks, head canting to the side.]

Mm? ...You think it does?

[duranduel]

Yeah.

[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.

[modissty]

[He may not be a poet but dang if it's not something that leaves him feeling touched... At the same time, with a bit of a wry smile:]

...I'm surprised that it's a pleasant sound, then.

[duranduel]

[Now that makes him frown and huff!]

Of course it is! Come on. That's how I see it.

[modissty]

You have a very kind opinion of me... I believe this might be considered "bias".

[He says it with a tone of gentle amusement, though, the punk.]

[duranduel]

I-I-I don't care if it's bias or not! That's the way I feel! That's final...

[Emotional! SAKYOU STAN!]

[modissty]

[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.

[duranduel]

...

[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.

[modissty]

[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.

[He truly just vibes with them as they listen.]

[duranduel]

Eh, you're not selfish. You can take as much of my happiness as you want.

[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.

[modissty]

[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.

[duranduel]

[Just. Of course. Sakyou deserves all the kind things in the world.]

[He just nods, smiling.]

I'd like that.

[modissty]

[Mandricardo's sappy thoughts, safe from his ears for another week...]

You should teach me a song or two from your home, so that I can practice playing them.

[duranduel]

It's been a long time...I honestly don't remember that much. But what little of it, I guess I could teach you...

[me with 100 tabs on mongolian culture]

[modissty]

Whatever you can remember, I would be very glad to learn.

[Cultural exchange! What a mood though damn.]

[duranduel]

Hmm.

[He is really trying his hardest to remember. It takes a moment, but he hums a little few snippets of some kind of song, tapping his foot in time with it.]

[modissty]

[It's a nice song with an easy enough pacing and melody to adjust to in very little time. Sakyou closes his eyes and listens along, his finger gently tapping out a matching rhythm as Mandricardo hums. Once he's seemed to have finished:]

—That has a nice sound.

[duranduel]

[yeah it's a nice sound of ME THROWING YOU OFF A CLIFF FOR MURDERING SAKYOU]

....Thanks. Um. Usually you'd have singing with that. But a specific type of singing...I think they call it "throat singing". It's higher in pitch than a normal voice...

[modissty]

[DON'T BE MEAN TO ME, INNOCENT AKI.]

Oh? I don't believe I've ever heard such a thing before... Is it something that you're practiced in?

[duranduel]

No...I've heard it sung by some of the hunters on the steppe, but I don't know how to do it myself.

Hm...maybe they have it on Youtube...