#musicroom

[elizaneals]

Wonderful write up in @thesandpaperlbi Thank You 🙏🏽 “To fittingly wrap up Women’s History Month, the Lizzie Rose Music Room has announced some stellar female acts upcoming in the next two months 🎤 #Detroitborn, Jersey-based blues rocker #ElizaNeals will return on April 8 to perform tunes off her second record, Badder to the Bone, produced during the era of C19. Via her own #recordlabel, Neals has captivated the world since 2015, garnering attention on #internationalradio and in various music publications, and hitting iconic festivals on tour. She is often featured on #SiriusXM station BB King’s #Bluesville. Taking her own twist on a vocal style sometimes likened to those of blues greats #EttaJames and #JanisJoplin, Neals is not to be missed.” Showtime is 7:30 p.m. on Saturday, April 8. Lizzie Rose Music Room 217 E. Main St. Tuckerton, NJ #NewJerseyLiveMusic #SaturdayNight #LiveMusicConcert #IntimateSetting #listeningroom #musicroom #southnewjersey #tomsriverlocal (at The Lizzie Rose Music Room) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqaXQcPukKN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[see-the-fandom-imagines]

What’s in it for me?

Chapter 1/?: She doesn���t even go here

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Pairing: Kyouya Ootori x Reader Author: see-the-fandom-imagines Warnings: None at all. Word Count: 3244 A/N: I rewatched OHSHC and I almost forgot how amazing it was. Is this fandom still active I wonder?

You scoffed slightly annoyed and checked your wristwatch as you stared up at the Ouran High School. Up close the building really was impressive. Nonetheless had you been waiting for Haruhi now for more than twenty minutes and she completey ignored your texts. You knew she had joined a new club, something with music, but she didn’t really like talking about it, so you didn’t press. However, you started to get slightly annoyed. If she had known that practice would have taken longer today, she could have just told you so. You took a deep breath and decided to wait another ten minutes and if you hadn’t heard anything by then you would simply march in there and go look for her.

“God damnit, this school is enormous”, you whispered as you made your way through the hallways, people staring at you due to your different uniform, but you chose not to notice. You had had enough after your encounter with a real guard at the entrance, who you had managed to sneak past, while he was answering some questions from a few other girls. You felt like he could pop up everywhere. “Music she said…”, you mumbled, walking on through the enormous school, and decided the smartest thing would probably be to look for a music room. “Ah, excuse me”, you stopped two girls passing you, whispering. They flinched slightly when you talked to them. You weren't quite sure if you had actually startled them or if they were just really taken aback by your uniform. Based on their looks probably the latter. You were a trespasser, but still ... That felt a little bit rude. I know I am not that rich, but do I look that terrible? You decided to ignore that voice in your head. You were a woman with a mission. “Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. It is just ... I am looking for Fujioka Haruhi?” “Haruhi-kun?”, the girls asked and blinked a few times. Kun? You thought for a second, but then determined that they must be third years or something. “Yeah”, you confirmed, “we were supposed to meet today, but I can’t find Haruhi’s club…” The girls looked at each other for a second, they still seemed very confused even if less than before. At least the mystery about your uniform had been cleared up for them as it seemed, because their posture relaxed a little. “You got to go to music room 3”, one of the girls said, smiling now, but still eyeing you curiously. “It’s upstairs and to the left. Are you Haruhi's girlfriend or something?” “Ah, thanks so much!”, you said smiling and bowed, deciding to absolutely ignore her last comment, before taking off, leaving the girls behind you.

“This must be it”, you murmured, before pushing open the door that was labeled Musicroom 3. The light blinded you a little when you opened the door and although you hadn't quite been sure what to expect based on Haruhi's terrible description of her club, it certainly wasn't this. What you certainly hadn’t imagined, was a room full of girls, having tea, snickering and a few guys here and there. You blinked a few times, looking around. What kind of club was this? But you didn't have a lot of time to ask yourself what was going on, because suddenly two light-haired twins appeared in front of you. “Huh”, one of them said, tugging at your uniform. “Who are you?”, the other one asked, tugging from the other side. “So this is what poor people wear to school?” “That’s not even real cotton.” You stumbled back a few steps, your back hitting the door that had closed behind you, slightly taken aback about the people who had just deciding touching you was alright. You opened your mouth to speak, but were interrupted by a blond-haired boy stalking in your direction. “Oh my!”, he yelled approaching you. Your eyes widened in terror. What the heck. “Has my fame travelled so far that even maidens from other schools are looking for me?” “Fame?”, you asked, not sure, what he was getting at. “You’re Tamaki”, you concluded, and he grinned, kneeling down in front of you. "You really want a girl that is dressed so cheaply in our club, boss?", the twins asked in unison. “H-Hey, that was expensive!”, you muttered, and immediately regretted it as Tamaki appeared again out of thin air. “Do not embarrass the fair little maiden! Although the cost of this uniform is mere peanuts for us, we got to respect the little people and their financial struggles.” You weren’t sure if you should feel insulted again. “My princess. I cannot believe you have come all this way to visit me.” “I didn’t”, you said very dry-mouthed, making the twins chuckle and the blond guy freeze at your cold tone. “But… you know my name”, he stuttered and you nodded. “Yes, but…” Suddenly another voice rang out, as a black-haired boy with a notebook in his hand approached you. “You must be (y/n)”, he concluded and you nodded, slightly overwhelmed by all these people. How did he know your name again? Haruhi must have told him about you waiting for her. “Huh?”, the twins asked in unison, appearing in front of you again, this time facing the boy with glasses. “How do you know her, Kyouya?” “Yeah, she goes to a completely different school and not a good one based on how she looks.” “Hey!”, you exclaimed, but Kyouya didn’t even react to their insult towards you. He must be thinking the same. “Haven’t you noticed?”, he simply said, scribbling something down. “She is wearing the uniform of the local Adachi Nishi Senior High School. Location-wise this is the closest school to Nishiwaseda Junior High School, Haruhi’s former school. Given that and the fact that Haruhi has mentioned that she needs to leave early, plus the most frequently contacted contact in her phone after her father is listed under the name (y/n) I do assume that this is the young woman standing here in front of us.” He said all of this matter-of-factly and without looking up. You looked up at him with big eyes. As weird as it was that he knew all this, his conclusions had been kind of impressive. But wait… Did he just say… “You went through my phone?”, you could hear Haruhi’s voice as she approached you, but Kyouya just shrugged. “I merely saw the name pop up several times”, he said, barely noting how upset Haruhi was at that. Haruhi sighed, before turning to you. “What are you doing up here?” “Me?”, you asked, still a bit overwhelmed, as you realized everybody in the room was staring at you now. Including two other boys and all the girls. “I…”, you stuttered before shaking your head to get back into reality. “We were supposed to meet half an hour ago, but you weren’t there and also didn’t pick up your phone so…” She looked at the clock outside and realisation hit her, while you were still talking, when suddenly you noticed something. “But Haruhi, why are you wearing that uniform? Isn’t that…” “We gave it to him”, the dark-haired boy interrupted you, “it will be added to his existing debt, of course.” “Debt?”, you murmured and you looked around the room, then back at Haruhi and at the dark-haired boy. “How did you make it past the Security Guard, by the way? I am sure he wouldn't have let you through like that?” Slowly you looked up at the boy apparently named Kyouya, who was still scribbling into his booklet, a smile plastered on his face, but you weren't fooled. That was a threat. You didn’t understand what exactly was going on, but you definitely understood that there was a reason Haruhi was wearing a boy’s uniform and if you even so much thought about saying anything about it, he would kick you out. Suddenly it also made sense, that the girls had called her ‘kun’ earlier. “Ah, yeah”, you nodded quickly, as you saw the confused looks of the girls. “I hadn’t seen it yet, cause Haru-ch… Haruhi-kun always gets changed before we meet.” You felt the piercing look of the raven-haired boy of you. He was smiling, obviously pleased, that you had picked up on the situation so quickly.

“So, you are Haruhi’s friend from Middle School?” The blonde guy had appeared again, and you nodded. “Yeah… and we were supposed to get some ice cream and study together, but…” “So you knew my name, cause Haruhi was talking so much about me?” His eyes basically turned into hearts as he said that. “That makes Daddy so happy!” Slowly this all started to get a little bit too much for you. “I knew your name, because you seemed like the most annoying one here, so I figured.” He stopped in his happiness and seemed to collapse under the word “annoying”. You felt a little bad, but at least it was quiet for a second. “Haruhi”, you said and you smiled at her, ignoring her exhausted expression, “may I talk to you for a second?"

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Haruhi had nodded, but Kyouya had interrupted as usual. "You may talk once all our dear guests have left." That sickly sweet smile appeared again. "We do not want to burden them with our issues. I am sure you have some time, right?" You sighed. You knew you couldn't win against that guy, so you just nodded. Defeated you had sat down on one of the couches, and immediately found yourself surrounded by a bunch of girls and the rest of the hosts. “So you went to middle school with Haruhi-kun?”, one of them asked. “Uh, yes.” “What was he like? Do you have any pictures? I bet he looked so cute in a commoner's uniform.” “Well”, you started, looking at Haruhi from across the room and ignoring the comment about the quality of your school uniform. “I guess Haruhi has been the same as now. He always studied hard. Sometimes too hard”, you chuckled at the memory. “Sometimes he wouldn’t notice the most obvious things.” Your gaze darted to the blonde haired host who was still sulking, but appeared to be listening intensely. You wondered in how far this character trade of Haruhi applied here, too. “Pictures…”, you trailed off, feeling the eyes of the ravenette burn into your back. You began to chuckle awkwardly. “I got a new phone so I must have deleted them all.” The girls made some disappointed noises, but Kyouya went back to scribbling something in his booklet, walking past your couch. “Too bad, these things happen.” “Yeah, crazy”, you said, rolling your eyes, earning you a raised eyebrow from him, but you didn’t care.

“So, you’re also poor.” The twin that said to your right stated and you slowly turned your head towards him. How rude. ��Of course, look at that uniform." Now you looked at the other one. How did Haruhi survive this. “Well, not poor…”, you said, but were interrupted again, as the younger blonde host appeared in front of you. You blushed a little. He was really cute. The boy grinned at you, and you were thankful that at least one person here seemed to not want to offend you. Smiling he offered you a piece of his cake. “Here!” Confused you blinked. “This is really good cake, and since you cannot buy it so often you can have mine!” So much to not wanting to offend you. The girls started squealing, whereas you still tried to figure out if that was nice or also very rude. “Mitsukuni”, a dark voice spoke up and you looked up to the other dark-haired host that had kept to the background so far and had suddenly appeared behind the boy. “Don't say it like that.” The younger boy looked like he was about to cry. "What? Really, did I say something bad?" Yet again overwhelmed you quickly grabbed the cake. You really didn't want to be responsible for making him cry. “Oh, no, no, it’s fine”, you assured quickly. “Thank you so much.” The boy smiled again and also the taller guy gave you a smile that you returned gladly. You decided that fighting your situation wouldn’t help right now. You would just have to survive until Haruhi was free to go and she could explain everything to you. You picked up the fork that was lying on the plate, and picked up a piece of cake to shove it in your mouth. It was heavenly sweet, just the right amount. The little boy had been right, you didn't get the chance to eat food this good so often. But you also felt like you couldn't let them win, so you tried very hard not to show too much just how delicious it was. But this was the best goddamn cake you’ve ever eaten. You saw the twins staring at you mischievously from the side. If you admitted to that they would never let you hear the last of it. Mori, meanwhile, noticed the slight pause you made, while eating the cake and smiled a little, placing a few cookies in front of you. With big eyes you looked at him, but he didn’t comment on it and instead followed Mitsukuni who had already ran away towards Haruhi to also offer her some of your cake. Surprised you looked after the young man who seemed to be the only one not too affected by your status as a commoner.

Finally, all the girls had left the club and it was just you, the boys and Haruhi left. “So”, you concluded their explanations, “you broke a highly expensive vase, they thought you were a boy”, you side-eyed the hosts, “and now you got to work here as a host until you paid off your debt?” Haruhi sighed, collapsing a bit into herself. “That’s about it.” You were silent for a while. “And why didn’t you tell me about it?”, you asked, almost already knowing the answer. She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess, I didn’t really think it was important.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Haruhi, we gotta talk about priorities again. When you complained about that guy”, you said, pointing to Tamaki, sending an arrow straight through his heart, “you could have mentioned he is the leader of a Host club!” You sighed, letting yourself fall down back on the couch. Being mad at Haruhi wouldn’t help and you also knew you didn’t have the right to actually be mad. She didn't choose this and you knew she would rather eat her own leg than inconvenience anyone with her problems. "Alright", you suddenly spoke up, sitting up straight again. “How much debt is left?”, you asked Kyouya directly. If someone knew the numbers, well then it was the guy with the notebook. “Exactly 7 million and 281.928.” You nodded slowly, trying not to show, how much that number affected you. Gosh, that was so much money. “Alright then”, you said, looking at Haruhi for a brief second, before fixating back on Kyouya. “Let me work here.” That actually made him look up from his notebook and you could feel the stares of all the other hosts on you as well. “You can’t be a host”, one of the twins said. “Yeah, you’re a girl.” “I know”, you said, still not looking at anyone else than Kyouya. “But it appears you could do with an errand girl or something.” Kyouya raised an eyebrow. "Why would you think that." You shrugged. "Well apparently she was supposed to be your ‘dog’ or something.” You looked over to your friend who looked like she was about to say something, but you wouldn't let her interrupt. “And I think she is struggling enough. So I would like to help her.” In the background you heard the twins whisper. "A part-time job." "Makes sense, since she is poor, she needs to work extra." "How sad." "Yeah, really sad." You decided to ignore them.

“You want to work here, to help her pay off her debt”, Kyouya concluded and you nodded. Haruhi grabbed your arm. “(Y/n), don’t do that! Really, I can make do!” You ignored her. “So?” You were waiting for an answer from Kyouya. He smirked, and for the first time you got the feeling that he was actually looking at you. “What’s in it for you?” You shrugged. “Not much, to be honest, but Haruhi helped me out so many times. It’s time to return the favour.” Haruhi stared at you in awe. “(Y/n)…” Kyouya nodded. Paying back favours was something he could understand. “Well, that’s not on me to decide, the other club members will have to –“ But he didn’t even get to finish talking, because immediately the twins chimed in. “A new toy sounds fun”, one said, grinning at you and wrapping his left arm around you. “Especially one that we can order around.” The other one wrapped his other arm around you. You already regretted this. “I think it would be nice, if Haru-Haru had a friend here”, Honey exclaimed. “And she can eat a lot more cake with us!” Well the regret vanished a bit. Mori smiled at you and just nodded. You looked at Kyouya who had noticed the interest everyone seemed to have in you. He would lie if he wasn’t intrigued by this himself. An errand girl, free of pay, that could give him valuable information about Haruhi and also might bring more people in. “You could proof yourself as valuable”, he said, putting up the fake smile he had already worn earlier. You really couldn’t read the guy. Now it all was on Tamaki. The whole Host Club, including you, turned their gaze at the blonde, still lying at the ground. Maybe you should have insulted him less. He didn’t move for a second, before looking at you, then back at Haruhi and back at you. Of course. That was it. Immediately, you knew how you could convince him. He was a lot easier to read than Kyouya, so much was sure. “You know", you started dramatically and a bit louder than you would have had to, "I just want to support Haruhi and you know how important friends are." He moved. That was it. You got him “We have been best friends since Elementary School, so I have a lot of stories”, his head shot up, “pictures…” He had recovered fully. Suddenly he was kneeling in front of you, holding your hands in his. “(Y/n)! A female friend is exactly what my daughter needs!” “Daughter?”, you asked, but he ignored you. “I accept you as our errand girl, only the best for Haruhi! And if she remembers her lovely days in school, maybe she will get back to feeling more like a girl!” You nodded, although you knew that wouldn’t happen. Haruhi had never cared much about gender. That’s what happened when you grew up with Ranka, you guessed, and you fully understood her in that regard. Haruhi just sighed, she didn’t even comment. She knew how good you were in reading people, of course you had figured out Tamaki’s soft spot immediately. Well, not that he was a closed book to anyone. “So, I’m in?”, you asked, looking at Kyouya, who had also noticed how quickly you had found the right words to say to Tamaki. You would be useful for the club, certainly, but he suddenly also was intrigued personally. “You start tomorrow.”

Chapter 2

[touhou-memories]

The changelog of Immaterial and Missing Power full versions can be found in the readme.txt file. In ver. 1.02b, the text "の変更点一覧" (list of changes) was added after the release date of versions. Also, additional information was added to the ver1.02 section.

The changelog of ver. 1.10 contains some modifications to the ver1.03 section. The release date of ver. 1.03 was changed from 2005/3/25 to 2005/3/23. The "MusicRoom関連の不具合を修正" (Fixed bugs related to Music Room) line was replaced by "BGMの再生に関する不具合を修正しました" (Fixed a bug related to BGM playback).

On Tasofro's website, the release date appeared as 2005/03/25.

Also, if you applied the patch, the th075.exe would be from 25 March as well. So I am not sure why this particular release date was changed.

[hunting-songs]

[voice message]: "When everyone has gone to sleep, I'll meet you in the piano room, bring your laptop, some snacks, and your ears" There was a small giggle just before he stopped pressing the button and sent the message.

The message reached her with quiet vibrating humm in her coatpocket, almost drowning in the permanent buzzing of voices and noices in the mall. Senritsu did not even needed to look away from where she was watching the whirlwind of shads of blue that was Neon going through the shops clothesshelfs- instead she just pressed her thumb on her phones buttons and let the voicemessage play on the lowest volume from out of her pocket, clearly hearable to her, silent for anyone else. What had been a worried frown drawing a line as deep as a scar between her big eyes from the second she got the voicemessage melted into a relieved smile and than into a quiet laughter when hearing the wisp of Kurapikas giggle in the last second of the message. Scoldingly shaking her head over her own laughter the young woman took out her mobile phone and hummed a answer message: "Oh no, my one and only mhmm ...angoscioso weakness! Promises of an evening in the Piano-room with you and snacks? However could my pateticamente heart bear that-" The rest of the sentences drowned in a melodic chuckle until the voice message ended, yet the chuckle and the smile it drew on her face stayed with Senritsu for the rest of the day: She smiled when Neon went through the second-hand-shop with a limited budget seeking out the best pieces like a raptore going after the limping rabbit; she smiled when she bought a small pack of ciba cakes as a snack on the way out of the mall; she smiled on the way back in the car while sitting beside Basho with Neon sleeping on the backseat; she smiled during the evening-supper that were the fast-food boxes Basho and her had brought long for Linssen,Kurapika and the maids; she smiled over the dinner past the edge of the chinese-noodle-box with her eyes just occaisonally glancing over to the blonde; and she smiled as she listened to Linssens and Bashos breathing turning into a calm; soft duet that was nothing but a whisper in her much too keen ears. Snritsus laptop was an old, heavy thing that had been given to her at the Music-school as part of her stipendium and that was now riddled with festival-stickers and ductape that held it together like a colourful patch would hold together the clearly already gone piece of cloth. Still the laptop worked and it had already survievd so many falls on the ground and into ditches when she had been in the middle of nowhere that it was by now s undestructable as a diamond- scratched and old and patched, but still there and working. The mansion slept under a thick layer of quietness on her way to the musicroom accompanied by the noise of her bare feet on the carpet and the whisper of the people sleeping in their rooms. The soft creaking of the door was almost deafening and bowing much too dramatically to be serious the Musician, her words almost drowned in her quiet laughter dancing around her dark lips: "Mhmmmm, well than Maestro here I am with my ears, snacks and my laptop. What else do I need to do to hear that dolce chuckle from you again, mhmmm?" [ @skarletchains ]

[skarletchains]

CHRISTMAS STARTER!

It was already late in the evening when Senritsu sat down beside Kurapika in the Musicroom, the flames in the chimney cracking like the brnches of the street outside the mansion thrown from side to side in the late-night-rainstorm ready to break those branches like bones. It was not snowing not even close, and the rain was warm and heavy and sticking to ones skin like oil. On other evenings like this Senritsu might would have been more playful with Kurapika, especially since that music of the rainstorm remainded her of the storm that had wrapped around the car that night they had had their Kiss, yet right now all she did was gently tapping her fingers against the mans sleeve and turning a small piece of paper with Kurapikas name nimbly between her short fingers. "The Maids, Basho and Linssen have been drawing eachothers names for Jullklapp and guess whos name I drew and for whom I now am suppose to get a gift for." She laughed in all good humor, yet the laughter was swallowed by a gust of wind smacking against the musicrooms window and she looked tot he side with a worried frown drawing a long line between her big eyes. Instead of laughing the woman reached out and tapped soft melody against Kurapikas sleeve gently; a melody that became somewhat hasty and restless at every moment and danced along Senritsus unsure chuckle.

"...I am not Mhmmmm..I have not before celebrated winter- solstice, to be honest. When I was a child the people I traveled with paventoso shyed away from religion and when I traveled with Ask or before at the Music-Consortium it was always just a excuse to-" she gave the other a sly smile, her head tilted to the side like a playful kitten as she purred knowingly: "-mhmmmmm con giovialità enjoy certaine liquids with company." yet the melody on his arm was still restless and became even more nervouse like the fluttering of a scared birds wings. The storm outside hit the window hardly; a thausand small needles that were raindrops smashed against the glass. A few seconds passed. The melody against his arm never stopped. The smile on the young womans face was rueful.

"And this would be the first winter ever in which I would be in a actual relationship. With you, that is. I am in a amoroso relationship with you. So how would you like to celebrate that with me, if" and Senritsu said that word very gently, making sure that Kurapika knew he had a choice: "-you want to celebrate it with me. And if you want to celebrate it..." her fingers stopped the restless tapping against his sleeve and instead the young woman only softly squeezed the mans hand with hers, her short thumbs caressing his fingers so carefully as i he was made of fragile crystalglass she was worried to shatter at the slightest touch: "...is there something you wish for as a present from me?"

December was becoming a difficult month, a month in which Kurapika was more melancholic than usual, a month where Kurapika was less inclined to spend time with others, a month where Kurapika had become accustomed to dedicating himself to sinking into his own misery and only remembering his family, remembering how they celebrated that month, remembering their traditions, remembering the voice of his loved ones, remembering the hugs, remembering the happy laughter that was him and his friends playing. A month where the feeling of missing his brethen hit even harder than usual.

Lost in his thoughts, Kurapika didn't hear when Senritsu entered the music room, he only noticed her presence when she sat next to him and placed a hand on his sleeve. He turned to look at her with a soft, yet sad smile. "Oh…" he only mentioned when she waved the paper telling him about the little game they were playing. Would they sooner or later make Kurapika also take out a paper? Would he now have to think about someone's gift? Part of him didn't want to be bothered, though that little game was something he did in his clan as well and it only added a little more to his nostalgia.

"This one too…" Kurapika had barely spoken all day, so the first words came out a little hoarse from his mouth and he had to clear his throat a little, but little by little his voice softened, returning to its soft and calm tone "… this is also my first winter that I'm in a relationship" Gently, his fingers intertwined with hers, in a gentle, but firm grip "since…" the murder of my clan "… that day, the festive seasons didn't mean the same to me… I usually go away from everything and just sink into my misery" The blonde made a small grimace, but smiled softly again moments later "… it would be nice to celebrate differently this year, and I would love to celebrate with you" His other hand gently rested on hers joined with his, wrapping it carefully "Maybe… you would like me to cook something that we usually ate with my clan at this time? Stuffed tomatoes with rice, potato salad, tongue with vinaigrette, clerico"

The wind from the rain that surrounded them sounded like a soft whistle slipping through the cracks of the window. "I don't need you to give me anything, Senritsu, you've given me so much more this time together… you loving me is the best gift" Carefully, he brought her hand to his lips to leave a soft kiss. He was being honest, however, a small giggle finally came out of his mouth. "But I know how stubborn you can be sometimes, and we used to play this little game in my clan too… so if you really want to give me something, we used to give something that the other person needed or something that would remind us of that person…" His smile, though still soft, had turned somewhat mischievous. The hand that wasn't intertwined with hers moved up to her cheek and caressed it gently before sliding down to her chin and lifting her face just a little. "… A good long make out session would be an interesting option, I always need them"

{ @hunting-songs }

[the-summer-sun-au]

Source: Musicroom, Facebook

[decorjoyous]

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[livesunique]

State Music Room, Chatsworth House, Derbyshire Dales, United Kingdom

[theunabashedepicurean]

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[hunting-songs]

Too dramatically bashfully to be serious Senritsu took a strain of red hair framing her face and held it over her nose and mouth, hiding behind it demonstrative. There was a mischievous shimmer in her dark eyes when she looked back at the other, even if the worried line was still visible pale between her eyebrows like scar: "Why, just glances by me are enough to feed your ego? Than I should ask Basho for poerty books to learn compliments from, because you deserve so much more beautiful things than just looks. Really, your standarts are too low, I should make sure you raise them by getting you used to praise and beautiful compliments. You deserve so much more than just glances."

"You sure you should ask me that? Since I would just encourage you to wear what makes you feel comfortable and good about yourself as you feeling comfortable is the most sweetest lullaby one could listen to." lifting her hands Senritsu let her fingers dance through the warm air after the echo of the melody she loved so much to listen to; him feeling comfortable when sitting reading in the kitchen and the evening sun fell on his back to warm it; him in the musicroom to listen to her playing piano, him sitting in the driverseat with the fresh autumnair playfully running along his face through the open carwindow; him wrapping his arm around her middle to pull her over the futon to his chest with the blanket over them like a protective wall. "Be that you wearing your mhmmmmm...venusto embroidered Clangarb or just tanktops. Though-", her dark eyes andered back to the man, wandered over the curve of his lips, the line of his jaws, down his neck,to his shoulder, down his arm to his long, slender fingers. Senritsu laughed quietly and looked to the side, shaking her head scoldingly over herself: "-I would not complain to see your arms. You are a very handsome man and I am just a very normal person who enjoys when the world gifts them compiacevole things. Or compiacevole forms to look at.But, mhmmmm.."her hand stopped the dance and instead she tapped a little tact against her chin as innocently as sh was not and her dark eyes shimmered like the eyes of a cat ready to pounce at a plaything: "..you are already so beautiful that certaine eyes are looking after you whenever you walk past them. If you now start to wear sleeveless cloth, I am sure some maids will just start to faint all affabile everytime they see you. That sure would reduce the workload the staff can do when they have to pick up their dolce maids off the floor left and right." Senritsus chuckle sounded much too loud in the stillness still hanging thick like a blanket over the mansion- she heard the footsteps of the kitchenstaff starting to work to prepare the breakfast for the Nostrads faint like the feet of little mice, but beside that it was quiet. The mansion slept in the much too early morninghours. Beside him. Beside him who played her favorite song for her. Beside him who played her favorite song for her because he felt comfortable with her. The woman winked over to Kurapika in all good humor, already a rueful smile curled around her dark lips: "I am just joking, please do not take me serious. I am sure the maids will be polite enough to go to the staffroom before they faint when they see you sleeveless." It sounded wrong to break through that beautiful song he sang for her by stepping closer and hearing the echo of her feet on the floor, but Senritsu still did and fished her mobilephone out of her trousers pocket.

"Mhmmmm, who am I to not accept a challenge? Okay," , nimbly she held up the mobilephone so Kurapika could see the screen with the one-minute-timer: "-timer is put on a minute. First you than its my turn for one minute, yes?"

Handsome man, Senritsu thought and her dark eyes lingered a second, just a second, too long on his bare arms , very handsome man. Than, laughing quietly, the woman just shaked her head scoldingly over her own thoughts and tapped her fingers against her forehead with a deep, still by chuckles distorted, sigh. "Good morning," She was better than this. She was so much better than this. At least she thought that she was better than this. And there was still the echo of Senritsus chuckle dancing sweetly through the room, even if it had been distored by a rueful smile curling around her dark lips. Training had been good for him- yes, there was still the restlessness of his sleeplessness in his heartbeatbut it was overtuned by the content exaustion after moving around and hearing that content melody, even if it was just overtuning another restless and tensed melody, was calming that spark of fear that had digged like a knife in her guts when she had reached for him across the futon and did not find him laying there: "No need for that worried melody. Its still early, even Linssens alarm had not ringed yet.Though I am sure, if it would have ringed, you would have heard it even here, keen hearing or not. So no, there is not yet time for breakfast, therefor you have to deal with my mhmm...con gioco company."

"Mhmmm...I heard you standing up. And when I rolled over and reached for you, you were gone. I-" was worried. I was worried for you. I am worried for you. Are you alright, Kurapika? She did not ended the sentences this way but it was clearly hearable in the little line between her big eyes and the way she had tilted her head to the side as she listened very attentive after the song Kurapika was singing for her through his breathing, through his heartbeat, through his way of moving. Instead of saying what was on her mind she only winked up to the other in all good humor: "-wondered, did I snorred so loud that I chased you away? My restless, stanco heart and my snorring lungs needed answers." Her short fingers tapped against her chest, pointing to the lungs beneath flesh and bones that were definitive not snorring and neither did her nose yet she wanted to make him laugh a little and telling him that she followed because she had been worried for him was a weight she did not wanted to put on his shoulders. Not yet, not now, never, not when she could already listen to his heartbeat turning into a requiem everyday a little more while working in the Nostrade-family.

But right now the mansion was still sleeping in the early morning like a lazy cat under the thick blanket that was the much too early morning, so that havy heartbeat that she heard always from him was yet nothing but an echo of yesterday. And as selfish as it was, Senritsu wanted to listen to him beeing contently exhausted with the restlessness of a sleepless night just a background melody, just a moment longer.

A little, rueful smile curled around the womans lips when she walke dover to the other, humming gently: "..mhmmmm, how much pull-ups can you do in one minute?" Her fingers tapped a quiet melody as teasing asa caressing finger tickling down bare skin against the pull-up-bar: "As a former member of a marching band who had to carry a trumpet, playing it and keeping in sync in the march with around fifteen other people, I think it is my duty to pretend I sure could do more pull-ups than you, who never had to carry a trumpet, playing it and keeping in sync with the march." [ @skarletchains ]

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