#ethanxcho ⇠ interacting with

[henryknight]

——- Of course the power would go out today of all days. the last place henry wished to be stuck with his little sister was in a supermarket — but especially in the liquor aisle. hearing the voice, henry looked over, biting his lower lip some before checking his pants pocket for his cellphone. turning on the screen seeing it at still close to full charge he muttered, ❝  thank, god ❞ under his breath, taking hold of the little girl's hand as he gently, flashed it towards the other, but keeping it out of their face. ❝  perhaps not. however — i got this for a couple days at least. ❞ he spoke back, talking about his phone.

WITH: open LOCATION: nash's supermarket

 As the lights flickered a few times before giving way complete, Ethan tried to avoid making a mess by dropping anything around him or bumping into one of the shelves. He pulled out his phone in hopes of finding a way out of the aisle filled with cheap liquor, realizing that it was too wasn’t turning on. “Dammit,” he cursed under his breath at the dead phone, casting a glance around though it wasn’t like he could see much. “Does this place not have a backup generator?”

[henryknight]

——- A musical bug was lost within henry like his need to breathe, so if he could — he'd play. usually it was on his guitar, or piano at home but for once while out, when he should be getting ready for work, he was drawn to a piano. the brit, first allowed his fingers to graze the smooth slight cold keys before he gently sat before it, playing away. a lovely melody that spoke to him as he grew up back in manchester. while he wasn't shy — he didn't expect anyone was listening really until he finished and caught sight of someone. a soft grin crossed his lips at their words. ❝  thank you — and yes actually. it's something my mum wrote for me when i was younger. ❞ he shared recalling the first time his mum did such and every time he was having a hard time, she'd play it for him.

WITH: @henryknight LOCATION: anywhere with a piano/wherever he might play

The tune was alluring and like a moth to a flame, Ethan couldn’t help but be drawn to the notes on the piano. It was hardly the first time that he was hearing someone play since he could no longer do so. But it was definitely the first time he heard music that spoke to him. Where he might have otherwise gone in the opposite direction otherwise, this time he couldn’t help but follow the music. Finding a man sitting behind the piano, Ethan waited for the final note before clapping in the air silently. “That’s a unique composition. Is it original?”