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[for romain]
[It's not hard to find Ghyslain when he's not in class or the dorms - he doesn't go out a lot, and when there aren't classes in the music room, he'll most likely be there. How often do you find a giant grand piano to play, after all? Even his family had a much smaller one, slightly out of tune, which grated on someone with such a natural ear when he came back from lessons and had to practice on it.
Today he's playing something he remembers his older sister listening to; not his kind of music, but the musician was damn good on piano, so the melodies stick out and he picks them out when he hasn't got a song in mind. It's slow at first, then picks up to the actual speed of the song, light and flourishing.
He's clearly in his own world, pale eyes dreamy and head swaying back and forth. In a soft, deep voice, he tries to translate the lyrics he can remember, but they come without scansion and rhyme because it's so off the top of his head.]
Today he's playing something he remembers his older sister listening to; not his kind of music, but the musician was damn good on piano, so the melodies stick out and he picks them out when he hasn't got a song in mind. It's slow at first, then picks up to the actual speed of the song, light and flourishing.
He's clearly in his own world, pale eyes dreamy and head swaying back and forth. In a soft, deep voice, he tries to translate the lyrics he can remember, but they come without scansion and rhyme because it's so off the top of his head.]
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They get to his room first, just happenstance of the dorm layouts, and Ghyslain has a shadow arm wrapped around Romain by that point to keep him steady. He's slightly less drunk, by some miracle (or maybe he was drinking more slowly), so he's the support between the two of them - he's also slightly taller, so it works well.
He could fall asleep right away, too. But he doesn't want this to be over yet. How can he work this so that it doesn't sound awkward or inappropriate?]
I - I have water. Bottles. Peut-être tu voudrais un peu, pour le gueule de bois? You can take back with you, or...
[What was Romain saying about charm? He's blowing it here.]
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[He might as well be asleep standing. He doesn't even mind the shadow arm anymore.]
Yeah, sure. Mouais.
[lead the way.]
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[Okay.
He opens the door and guides Romain in, easing him down to sit on the edge of the bed. Without watching to see if he'll just tip over, he goes to the small fridge and grabs two bottles of water, then turns around. There's something very antsy about him, but not eager; he wouldn't dream of taking advantage of a situation like this.]