[He could believe it. Back in his days when he'd only come to Raimon as a Seed to make sure he could bring the soccer team's downfall, he'd known Shindou had worn his heart on his sleeve. What didn't show through his tears was often shown in his eyes, his voice, and from what he can gather from Kirino and Shindou's mother's agreement...his music. A part of him wondered if those keys were ever pushed in anger at him. Maybe...he certainly hadn't made the best impression to Shindou Takuto on day 1 of middle school. But now, they seemed to be playing with nothing but affection for him, something Tsurugi can only imagine what that sounds like. A symphony made with one instrument, one person.
Shindou could pull something like that off.
He follows Shindou into his room, and his eyes immediately glance around to the surroundings of the room. It was beautifully decorated, with matching furniture (actual furniture and not just a dresser and a bed!) and piano, a giant bed off to the side. White seemed to be most of the theme, the black piano contrasting starkly against it that Tsurugi could joke to himself that he had to adjust his eyes to. It was so very Shindou, he thinks to himself with a smile, as his red shirt and purple pants practically splash against the white canvas of the room like fingerpaints. He often was the only one in his grade that didn't wear the uniform, but he'd never felt more like a sore thumb than right now.
He smiles, hands removing themselves from his pockets as he looks for a place to sit. The couch seemed like the best option, seating himself gently and resting his chin on one of those hands.]
Take your time, I'm not going to try and escape just yet.
[A joke, the low tones of his voice curling into amusement as he speaks, eyes closing.]
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Shindou could pull something like that off.
He follows Shindou into his room, and his eyes immediately glance around to the surroundings of the room. It was beautifully decorated, with matching furniture (actual furniture and not just a dresser and a bed!) and piano, a giant bed off to the side. White seemed to be most of the theme, the black piano contrasting starkly against it that Tsurugi could joke to himself that he had to adjust his eyes to. It was so very Shindou, he thinks to himself with a smile, as his red shirt and purple pants practically splash against the white canvas of the room like fingerpaints. He often was the only one in his grade that didn't wear the uniform, but he'd never felt more like a sore thumb than right now.
He smiles, hands removing themselves from his pockets as he looks for a place to sit. The couch seemed like the best option, seating himself gently and resting his chin on one of those hands.]
Take your time, I'm not going to try and escape just yet.
[A joke, the low tones of his voice curling into amusement as he speaks, eyes closing.]