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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*LTD¹, Thom wanders back into the bar, soaking wet. Still, he looks remarkably calm somehow, because he hates to make sense.

¹ Later That Day*

[OOC: Thom confuses Miki, who gets hit by a cod. He also talks to Tere about family things and music.]

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Oh, please do.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

I suppose I could try to teach you to play something.

I've never failed yet...

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Really? like what?

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*She looks him up and down*

You've the right build to be a violinist, the right personality to be a trumpeter, and the right attitude to be a drummer.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom laughs.* But not, I think, the inclination to any.

Ask me again sometime. People change.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

I will.

*She plays Brahms's Lullaby softly on the pipes*

The E pipe is playing flat.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* That's your affair.

I'm gonna go dry off, but I'll see you, Lady.

*And he's gone.*

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Indeed you will.

*She brushes a finger over the E pipe, correcting the flaw, and plays "The Windmills of Your Mind" quietly*