log. +goldenrod, Rise and Fuji

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Who: reimprovise and restardom
Where: Goldenrod, outside the inn on a bench
When: In the lazy, lazy afternoon
Summary: Because voice lessons have to happen.
Rating: ... PG?

[This would be a Fuji, commandeering this bench, music sheets in hand. He's flipping through them with a look of contemplation on his face, absently unscrewing the lid on the canister of coffee that he brought along with him. Now-a-days, it's a little rare to see him about without being engaged in an argument or doing something questionable with food and whatnot, and he knows this too -- which is why he looks like he's enjoying this little bit of time off from full-time weirdness.

It's piano music, marked in black and white. There's also a Froslass hanging over his shoulder, breath misty in the warm, afternoon air. As the afternoon wears on, she starts humming tunelessly, and he chuckles, pointing out notes to her in low tones.

It's just a very lazy afternoon.]

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[a contemplative glance]

Details, or it didn't happen. ♥

[restardom.livejournal.com]

...

[ do you see this little light in her eye, Fuji? The one right before she straightens, extends an arm out to him and--

Why, yes. People are staring, because you, my friend, are getting serenaded. Right. Now. ]

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[.................... dear lords]

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[thankfully, Fuji isn't the type to get embarrassed easily. but he does shoot a few amused glances over at their staring audience.]

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[................................ this is certainly very detailed, yes]

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[he sits throughout the serenading with his hands laced in his lap looking both amused and attentive. by the end of it, have applause--]

Well, that was certainly very persuasive -- certainly no loopholes that I could hear. Points off for not going down your knees, though, for shame.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't have let me rest my head in your lap, so I had to improvise on my feet. [ giving a cheerful wave to her impromptu audience. ] Thanks for your attention, everyone! I hope you'll come support me at my next concert~!

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When is that, by the way? I'll need some forewarning so I can break out my stash of vuvuzelas.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ what is a vuvu-- never mind, she doesn't want to know. ]

Mid-June, maybe? Doing it earlier's no good. Oh, but there are a lot of June birthdays too...

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Mm, what's that about birthdays?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

A lot of my friends are having birthdays next month! Ven, and Yosuke-senpai, and...

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Sounds like a busy month. Anything special planned for them, or is the concert just that?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Mm, no... I'll come up with something different. The concert's for everyone.

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Well, you know that my camera and I are always at your disposal. If you need some lasting memories of their faces during gift-opening time, I'd be happy to oblige.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

I was just thinking that it'd be nice to have something like that... you know, like a scrapbook? [ she's still taking good care of that White Day album. ] Even if I've been here for almost a year, I still don't have too many photos.

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Ah, scrapbooks. You know, that's not a bad idea. Just photos or other stuff, too?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Other stuff, too! Like cards...

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... cards, huh. I hope those aren't all get-well cards. Otherwise, I might have to wonder at your hospital records.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

That was only once!

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Really, now? I hope you got at least a good punch in.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

It's kind of hard to punch a well. But I'll ready my fist for next time! [ though if Vanitas hospitalizes her, she won't be as cheerful. ]

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[if Vanitas hospitalizes her, he is in Big Trouble /)_(\] I'm sure you will.

Sounds like a lot has happened to you, though -- how long have you been here, again?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ oh Fuji, she knew you cared. Somewhere. Deep down. ]

... [ grimacing slightly, before she releases a sigh. ] Eleven months-- it'll be a year on June 5th.

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[you just have to dig for it. preferably with something sharp and pointy.]

That long, huh. Your birthday must've passed already.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... Thaaat's a little complicated. Technically, I haven't had one yet.