>> 3 hrs. ltr. <<
Theodore paced restlessly from
one side of the street to the other,
barely noticing the strange glances
directed towards his mumbles.
"Ah, Anastasia, y' sure your
pops would want me to be there?
It's...his birthday and all, and..
seeing my face might give him
an early stroke...not exactly early,
but..."
“Honey, I don’t even
have the slightest idea on
who this mystery boy is—
Huh.
Touche.”
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it’s a lullaby
for drifting lazily through sunny afternoons - a collection of songs as warm, fluid, and floating as a summer day.
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"Mm, let's pretend you're
not at a complete loss--"
[ He laughs lightheartedly. ]
"What song were you thinking
of?"
( She purses her lips. )
“— I mean, I would like
to learn it, just to play
this one song—
But, I’m a hopeless
case.”
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"All right, whatever you wish."
[ He gestures over to the piano.
Maybe she'll work better with keys
instead of strings. ]
"How about it? Huh?"
( She looks at him, and
sighs. Gosh, she hates
this. But, hey, she loves
see that smile. )
“— Theodore, this is
hopeless. Can’t you
teach me something
else?”
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"Mm, okay-
Well,
I see you around this
place a lot and I'm assuming
that you're a student of some sort.
You have that artsy look to you, if
you catch my drift.
Do you, by any chance, know how
to draw a m a z e ? "
[ All three names. That can’t bode well. ]
“I think you’re confused. I don’t have clients, unless
I’m missing something critical here. I’m not a tutor or
anything. Are you thinking of someone else?”
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"No, no, no, Anastasia.
The Em chord is--"
[ He gingerly leans over to
shift her fingers. Cue a strum
and a sheepish smile. ]
"See?"
"— Why am I even trying with this?”
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"Theodore Uriah Howard, you
midget. Is that how you greet all
your clients?"
“… who the hell are you?”
[ Talk about a rude awakening. ]
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"Hey, sleep is for the weak.
Get out of your chair and teach
me something!"
[ Oh, how silly.
You had an architect fall asleep on you. ]
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"---"
[ Maybe the puppy eyes
will work. ]
❝ … …❞
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"Geez, buy me dinner first.
What about some coffee? You
look like you need a few cups."
❝ i will break your arms. ❞
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"Anastasia's a friend.
Yeah, it's a surprise I have one
of those."
[ Now the lady is being more direct
with her origins.
How odd. ]
"Nah, it just...makes you look
like a marble statue. Other than that,
you look f a n t a s t i c ."
“Tanning is for losers.”
( How rude, Alice.
At the mention of
the girl’s name, she
perked up. )
“Oh~
Who’s Anastasia?
—— I think you know
exactly what I am.
Then again, my
mutation doesn’t really
effect my appearance
that much, huh?”
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"Aw, miss, are you suuure?"
[ He stretches out his arms to beckon
her in. ]
"I think you need it."
[ she must’ve said that out loud. ]
❝ absolutely not. ❞
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"----"
[ She needs some cheering up.
Think, Theo, think! ]
"..Would you like a hug?"
Little House by the Fray
she doesn’t look, she doesn’t see.
opens up for nobody.
figures out, she figures out.
narrow line, she can’t decide.
everything short of suicide.
never hurts, nearly works.
something is scratching its way out;
something she wants to forget about.
❝ no one expects you to get up
all on your own with no one
around. ❞
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