[ the song ends and nai's fingers twitch, close to starting again - practice until perfect - but he doesn't get that chance. he spins around on the bench, eyes wide for a brief moment as he takes in the towering figure at the entrance before narrowing. ]
Why does it matter to you?
[ the bar isn't well lit with shadows obscuring the details of the man's face, but nai knows who he is. just as well as he'd know himself in his own reflection. ]
im so glad
Why does it matter to you?
[ the bar isn't well lit with shadows obscuring the details of the man's face, but nai knows who he is. just as well as he'd know himself in his own reflection. ]
Can you still play?