#[ i also NEED MORE INFORMATION HOYOOOOO for sanity's sake. ]

[araneitela]

All I can think about while I'm trying to write an entirely unrelated (to this topic) starter and my first IC thing, is how often I've seen miss ma'am over here mimic playing the piano, or the violin, or hear her hum over and over as HSR sits idle in the background, and how it's the... lightest and most fragile (and yet oddly controlled) sound and melody each time, I truly never tire of hearing it. And I think about the contrast of the humanity in that, and then I think about her line of how 'bullets are much more obedient'— why? Because they don't require emotion to be fired? And they don't risk giving away more than one intends? God, Kafka, classical and opera music out of everything. The piano and the violin, arguably two of the instruments most tied in with representing sorrow and melancholy. Why? Who did you lose? What happened? There's too many little hints and subtleties that aim at that reality, there's too much about you that tells me it's too likely. Your investment in Blade's well being is too on the nose. It's just. It's just.

Why am I listening to a gorgeously fragile piano rendition of Canon in D, the violin piece that plays during Kafka's introduction? I don't know, but I am.

If I have to watch this woman mimic playing either instrument one more time, instead of actually playing either, I will lose my damn mind. And yet, and yet, I actively think if she were to find herself in a hotel room, even on her own, and there would be a piano right there— I can see her fingers tracing over the keys so very clearly, even as if she were touching the keys to play and yet never pressing down. Why do I see this so clearly.

... There's this gif I use all the time lately in Discord when it comes to Kafka, and it's this bunny that shakes another bunny almost violently, and it's me, it's me being feral about Kafka and not being able to shut up about her. I want to use it 24/7.