[ the sounds of a piano ring out through the quiet streets surrounding a just-about abandoned bar with a broken swing door.
inside sits nai at an old piano that has certainly seen better days, his fingers moving across the keys as he plays. he still isn't tall enough to reach the pedals, the tips of his boots just barely scraping the scuffed floorboards. as he plays, his face scrunches in irritation when he hits an untuned key, but he keeps at it until the song is finished. it's expected from a piano that had been covered in dust and debris until nai had discovered it during his explorations.
but out-of-tune keys or not, when nai finishes the song he straightens with a huff before starting all over again. as a perfectionist, he'd play this over and over until his fingers bruise and bleed. without vash here beside him, he'd learn to play both sides of the duet meant for them alone. ]
december, an empty bar
inside sits nai at an old piano that has certainly seen better days, his fingers moving across the keys as he plays. he still isn't tall enough to reach the pedals, the tips of his boots just barely scraping the scuffed floorboards. as he plays, his face scrunches in irritation when he hits an untuned key, but he keeps at it until the song is finished. it's expected from a piano that had been covered in dust and debris until nai had discovered it during his explorations.
but out-of-tune keys or not, when nai finishes the song he straightens with a huff before starting all over again. as a perfectionist, he'd play this over and over until his fingers bruise and bleed. without vash here beside him, he'd learn to play both sides of the duet meant for them alone. ]