Feb. 11th, 2017

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Feb. 11th, 2017 12:35 pm
breacher: (if you had to shit where would you go?)
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[ In hindsight, he shouldn't be too surprised. He'd heard about it happening to a number of people before in the mansion — where they're gone for, say, a solid week or so. Where they're home. Until they're not again, anyway. If that was what had happened here, well. He wasn't quite ready to come to that conclusion just yet.

But it was very, very clear that something had gone on in Wonderland in his absence, at least.

When the feed starts, he's crossing his arms, examining the room around him before holding up a book by the corner of the cover. The pages are wrinkled and yellowed, showing signs of having been wet, waterlogged. Harrison hardly seems amused.
]

Alright. Who wants to explain this? Because apparently, I seem to have missed something.

[ if that's also his way of announcing his presence to certain others in the mansion then, you know. these things happen, too. ]
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[It was a bit of a challenge to find where the Music Room was sometimes. Minato thought maybe he should just somehow mark the door with a sign or something and check for it when the Mansion decided to relocate said Music Room somewhere else. It only decided to shift places on one floor, luckily, and didn't migrate to any other floor, from what he could tell.

But now here he was. He needed to start practicing here more often (when events weren't in the way), make a routine of sorts instead of just practicing in his room. Plus he wanted to be here, especially after the last event.

The camera of the comm device showed Minato opening his violin case, removing the violin that was a bit worn but well-loved along with its bow. Soon, the sound of this tune streamed over the network.

When he was finished, he lowered the instrument. He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something though it wasn't visible.]


Again? ... Right, I need more practice.

[He smiled again, then nodded.]

I could take requests. ... But you want me to teach? I'm not so sure.

[He really did more practice before he could or should teach anyone how to play the violin. But teaching meant sharing what he knew and testing himself. He could try? There was a certain Master of Strings he didn't want to let down.]

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