[He laughs a bit at that, softly; the sound isn't cruel.]
I think you'll be fine as you are, mademoiselle, don't worry.
[Well. Let's, then.
The place he's taking her is a bit of a walk, though it's definitely nothing unmanageable or unreasonable despite the light snowfall; he's not taking her back to his, even if this is already an exercise in overfamiliarity - while he has absolutely no qualms about entering other people's, he's always been a bit odd about allowing people into his personal living space. But there's a shop that he knows of that specializes in music, and the owners had been good to him on those days that he hadn't wanted to do much outside of cheerfully remain firmly entrenched in escapism hell; there's a piano there that they don't seem to mind people playing with - in fact, it seems to be there for that very purpose - and Tsukiyama had made good use of it until he had been able to get a place where he could have his own.
But for now the air streams cold through his lungs; it's invigorating despite the quiet of the street, and he glances over at her after a moment.]
Where is it that you're from, again? I'm afraid I don't recall.
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I think you'll be fine as you are, mademoiselle, don't worry.
[Well. Let's, then.
The place he's taking her is a bit of a walk, though it's definitely nothing unmanageable or unreasonable despite the light snowfall; he's not taking her back to his, even if this is already an exercise in overfamiliarity - while he has absolutely no qualms about entering other people's, he's always been a bit odd about allowing people into his personal living space. But there's a shop that he knows of that specializes in music, and the owners had been good to him on those days that he hadn't wanted to do much outside of cheerfully remain firmly entrenched in escapism hell; there's a piano there that they don't seem to mind people playing with - in fact, it seems to be there for that very purpose - and Tsukiyama had made good use of it until he had been able to get a place where he could have his own.
But for now the air streams cold through his lungs; it's invigorating despite the quiet of the street, and he glances over at her after a moment.]
Where is it that you're from, again? I'm afraid I don't recall.