[Like a memorial? she naturally wonders as she repeats him. Niwatori sits attentively, watching his fingers glide across the strings, but also, how he looks as he's wringing out this sorrowful melody. As it fills the room, she finds it a fairly comfortable mood to reside in. It neither wrenches her heart out of its proper place, nor grates on her nerves. Her own face is somewhat blank, like she's emptied herself to take in the visual-audio information. In a less literal sense, perhaps she is still trying to see through his eyes.]
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Date: 2018-03-11 01:35 am (UTC)[Like a memorial? she naturally wonders as she repeats him. Niwatori sits attentively, watching his fingers glide across the strings, but also, how he looks as he's wringing out this sorrowful melody. As it fills the room, she finds it a fairly comfortable mood to reside in. It neither wrenches her heart out of its proper place, nor grates on her nerves. Her own face is somewhat blank, like she's emptied herself to take in the visual-audio information. In a less literal sense, perhaps she is still trying to see through his eyes.]