[Sync is staring down at his hands, turning them over. Abruptly he stands, elbow jabbing against the piano as if he's unused to limbs that long. A slightly clumsy stumble ensues, but he does manage to get away from the bench without knocking anything over! He glares vaguely in the direction of the network device, unseeing.]What a nuisance. I didn't
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