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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie, at the piano, scribbling in his notebook between trying out chords and notes.

If there's a better way to be, he hasn't found it.




[ooc: this is mainly for Lochiel and Charlie to finally meet. Mun is also leaving to go home in about 2 minutes, and so begs slowtime for the next half hour or so. Mun apologizes deeply for planning her day so poorly.]

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[lochiel.livejournal.com]

"Don't you think I'd break this thing if I knew how? Bartleby is a nice fellow but I don't particularly enjoy being linked to anyone."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Too indepentdent?" He's not smiling.

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

"I prefer my space." Neither is he.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I'll keep B out of your hair, then.

"We're going away for a few days, probably at the end of the week. We're going to my home. Just to check on things. So."

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"I don't have any claim on him. He doesn't have to tell me what he's doing."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie nods and resumes playing the Solindish song.

His voice is very small when he says, "Is he happy?"

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

"He says he is. I won't pry into his feelings, that's not for me to do." Quietly, "he says he loves you. I believe him."

[bloodyrockgod]

This finally gets a smile.

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Lochiel offers a tentative smile in return.