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[It's another quiet, lazy Sunday afternoon in camp! But if you happen to walking past NG Studios today, you may hear someone playing a piano. The melody is nothing in particular - but every so often, a note will seem off or even slightly out of place, and the music will then stop abruptly before starting again a few seconds later. ... If someone were to actually peer in through the window or make their way into the studio, they'd see a young man sitting at the bench, hands bandaged up, staring contemplatively at the keys.]
There's no way that this can be more difficult than playing in pleather studded gloves.
[aaaand I'm slowing down for the evening. ♥]
There's no way that this can be more difficult than playing in pleather studded gloves.
[aaaand I'm slowing down for the evening. ♥]