( of course he was never going to look the proverbial gift-thoma in the mouth when it came to acquiring certain things that they didn't really need, but it goes a little bit without saying that he's impressed with what vash had managed to find for them once they were able to move into a larger space.
( he was right; there was no way they would have had room for a piano in the mushroom house, and as giddy as he had been to get his fingers back on the keys and have vash beside him to pick up where they'd left off as children, the patience that he sometimes doesn't have has paid off in the interim. )
it doesn't look like what they had had when they were younger, but all the same, there's a certain level of beauty to it; it's really like nothing he's ever seen before, the grain of the wood looking warm to the touch even though it isn't when he lays a hand over its surface. the keys are worn, but not yellowed, and he thinks that might mean that wherever this piece had come from, whomever had owned it for so long must have loved it.
he likes the thought of that, for some reason.
nai had been the one to make sure they had a bench long enough for both of them to sit on, and once he's gotten vash sat smack dab in the middle he bends to loom over him almost as he had done when the nightmares had kept him up for days, chin resting amid unruly golden tufts as he peers down at the keys, and where his brother is about to lay his hands. )
All right. ( he practically purrs. ) Let's see what you remember.
piano lessons!
( he was right; there was no way they would have had room for a piano in the mushroom house, and as giddy as he had been to get his fingers back on the keys and have vash beside him to pick up where they'd left off as children, the patience that he sometimes doesn't have has paid off in the interim. )
it doesn't look like what they had had when they were younger, but all the same, there's a certain level of beauty to it; it's really like nothing he's ever seen before, the grain of the wood looking warm to the touch even though it isn't when he lays a hand over its surface. the keys are worn, but not yellowed, and he thinks that might mean that wherever this piece had come from, whomever had owned it for so long must have loved it.
he likes the thought of that, for some reason.
nai had been the one to make sure they had a bench long enough for both of them to sit on, and once he's gotten vash sat smack dab in the middle he bends to loom over him almost as he had done when the nightmares had kept him up for days, chin resting amid unruly golden tufts as he peers down at the keys, and where his brother is about to lay his hands. )
All right. ( he practically purrs. ) Let's see what you remember.