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LIGHT :

                        “   —–  light.  “    again,  he sets his mug back down on the table before he’s had a chance to sip his coffee.   the ones that recognize him are rare, the occurrences fairly few and far between –    but this would mark the second time in the day someone’s come to his table,  asking about his latest set.   of course, this visitor was far different from the first.  much more coherent, to be sure ..   if not just as sputtering and nervous.  it brings a funny sort of smile to his lips.    “   and you wouldn’t be the first to approach me this way, as a matter of fact.    surprising, isn’t it?    here i was, under the impression that i was the only soloist in the city –    seems i was mistaken.   or i must have been,   if i’m continuously mistaken for someone else ..    the others, do you think they’re hiding under a rock, somewhere?  “ 

                         he laughs; he can’t help himself.   no harm done, right?  hopefully, the man before him has something of a sense of humor.    “   –  only kidding.   i’m glad to hear you enjoyed the set, ah … …   – i don’t think you gave me your name.  “

Light, said the man.  Garry shook his head.  “--  No, no, thank you.  It’s kind of you to offer, but I really am trying to cut down.  Besides, I don’t think the staff would appreciate us lighting up indo — ”  A pause.  With dawning horror, Garry clasped both slim hands to his lips, and with a small mortified gasp, flushed abruptly scarlet.  “Oh — oh.  My, how silly of me!  Yes, of course ... Mister Light ...”

He was handsome, was the trouble.  Attractive in a dignified, distinguished sort of way, as if by virtue of some inherent poise and self-possession that made his age difficult to place. His closed eyes lent him an air of perpetual repose which Garry (to whom poise and self-possession came not always so naturally) found somewhat disarming, and under his insouciant cajoling, Garry felt childish and green.  

“Well -- well, I was only making sure,” he retorted.  “After all, there’s nothing worse than calling out to someone you think you know, only to realize you’re shouting at a complete stranger."  He caught himself, swallowed.  "... Sorry.  I didn't mean to sound cross.  I’ve had the sneaking suspicion all day that I've left the iron on at home and it’s making me snippy.  I'll get out of your hair.”  But he hesitated at the mention of his name.  "Oh ... I'm Garry.  It's nice to meet you, Mister Light."

#bracelet2 #v: tbe. #[ me: debating just using these lil icons ripped right outta the game until i get off my lazy bum to make a pdf for fanart icons ... #there are so many cute ones but it bugs me that they're so un-uniform i waNT THEM TO BE COHESIVE SOMEHOW!!! #also snek ... u made him huff ... >:c what do u have 2 say 4 urself ... ]

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     “Er, pardon the intrusion, but ... am I mistaken, or didn’t I hear you play a set at Seul this past Wednesday?”  As per usual, the question sounded infinitely more inane aloud than in mental practice.  Most of his questions did.  As if there was any mistaking the man before him for some other blind, silver haired, adult male predisposed to classical harp.  “Well -- isn't this a coincidence!  I -- ... It was a lovely evening.  I meant to say something afterwards, but there was a bit of a queue.  It's a little unusual to hear the harp these days, let alone a soloist ... oh, but -- I suppose you must hear this sort of thing fairly often, Mister -- um --”      /    ( @bracelet2 )

#bracelet2 #v: tbe. #[ there you go ... a fluffy boy ... or sth ... sakfjskjf ]

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Ib: I lost my friend in the fabricated world years ago.

Garry: QUIT TELLING PEOPLE THAT I’M DEAD.

Ib: I can still hear his voice sometimes.

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