Yamato nods. "They told me that too." And with no mentor, no one's steps to follow, he'd had no reason to push. Instead, he plays like he would've danced--fast, passionate, almost frightening in his intensity. Broken nails and bloody, calloused fingers are not common in the piano world, but he'd worn his injuries like hard-won battle wounds.
His fingers are soft now, though. He hasn't been allowed to play in... well. Too long.
Still, his whole face lights up as Souji speaks. He looks like Souji's words are worth more than all the gold and jewels and healthy lungs in the world--and it's not just because of his tendency to latch on to others. It's true that he's been starved for proper companionship in any form. But this is something more. Something deeper. Something all too natural for strangers.
"I'm Yamato no Kami Yasusada," he says, and it's his turn to look embarrassed by his name. "They say I'm difficult to handle, but I hope we get along."
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There's a reason for his username and this is it.Yamato nods. "They told me that too." And with no mentor, no one's steps to follow, he'd had no reason to push. Instead, he plays like he would've danced--fast, passionate, almost frightening in his intensity. Broken nails and bloody, calloused fingers are not common in the piano world, but he'd worn his injuries like hard-won battle wounds.
His fingers are soft now, though. He hasn't been allowed to play in... well. Too long.
Still, his whole face lights up as Souji speaks. He looks like Souji's words are worth more than all the gold and jewels and healthy lungs in the world--and it's not just because of his tendency to latch on to others. It's true that he's been starved for proper companionship in any form. But this is something more. Something deeper. Something all too natural for strangers.
"I'm Yamato no Kami Yasusada," he says, and it's his turn to look embarrassed by his name. "They say I'm difficult to handle, but I hope we get along."