#instead of scales he gets freckles (and also psoriasis but that he tends to keep covered when it flares up)

[dragonofthestone]

( @aquaticsoul ; modern verse ) ->

There's just something about being done with the day that's all too pleasing to him.

Classes are nice and out of the way, his shift at the café is almost over with, and he can finally look forward to a hot shower to get all the stresses of the afternoon washed down the drain.

Whoever said that college was supposed to be the best four years of his life had certainly not been serious. Moving all the way out here away from everything he's ever known to a different timezone entirely is... rough, to say the least. He can barely even talk to his sister, and that's awful enough, but to make everything harder, he chose a major that's extremely demanding of him, picked up a job to pay rent at his apartment since his prior roommate situation had not worked out, and he still has to make time for himself somehow.

But tonight starts the weekend, and for once his weekend is free for him to just relax.

The bell chimes overhead, telling him there's at least one more person to serve before he can start closing - alone, damn his coworker - but...

Well, he can't be too angry with them. A kid shuffles in with an armful of books and a worn instrument case that looks pretty familiar given its odd green coloring.

Was this kid taking lessons with his friend?

Either way, the poor guy looks discouraged, and it's absolutely freezing outside anyway.

"Coming in to hide from the cold?" he asks. "I can make you a warm drink, if you want."

Glancing back down at the card his father had given with the address that his father had gotten through when talking with a patient at his clinic and simply urged Timaeus to take a look, at the very least it would get him out of the house for a bit.

Not exactly what he'd expected from a place that'd teach music, nor did he recall there being a cafe there in the first place but he didn't often come this far into town and the name was right so this had to be it.

Not that he saw any reason to bother, why would this turn out any different then the last four? And he'd managed this long with what little self teaching he'd done, what was so wrong with that.

Timaeus didn't even blame them, most of them had been fairly nice and patient, trying their best to explain something as basic as reading scales but it never made sense to him. Trying to memorize all those dots and lines, what went where, it never made sense and was almost as frustrating as reading and did almost as badly as when he'd had to learn Amestrian in school.

So after the last teacher turned out to be to be a to strict ass that his father quickly put an end not more then a month in he hadn't gone to any since.

That had been several years ago, back when Alec was still around, before the accident. With it taking both his brother and the sight from his right eye. After that he all but closed off to people and had barely even tried playing, sometimes it helped other times it just hurt to much.

With a sigh he adjusted the guitar case slung over his left shoulder, shifting the books the freckled, olive skinned boy pushed the door entering, a dark mess of waves and curly bangs partially covering the right side of his face.

After a small jump in surprise not having even noticed the man at first he removed an earbud looking over in the direction of the speaker, noticing now something of an accent to their voice the second time he spoke. Though couldn't place from where it might be.

He was always a bit impressed whenever he heard some able to speak another language not their own so well, he could only barely flounder through Amestrian.

"Um..." It seemed rude to turn him down but he didn't exactly have much on him at the moment, he gave a small shrug with a 'i don't know' sound "How..how much is it?"

Timaeus glanced around wondering if this really was the right place or if they were even working that day.

"I thought this was a music place,"