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without a shadow of a doubt roderich's relationship with max can be summed up in any number of laura ramoso sketches

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vilavelebita​:

What - you know, I apologize. I do know you by now - well enough to know that you represent the opposite problem! I like a naked man covered in jewels as much as the next person, but somehow it feels much less appealing knowing he is naked because he refuses to spend money to dress himself!

First of all, I have never done such a thing! There’s too much risk in getting cut! It would be a horrible way to die. I would sooner die in battle... and I despise battle.

And another thing—why are you so bitter? Did you not receive enough diamonds as a child?

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And I’m Leaving now.

I am Germanic now. 

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vilavelebita​:

Yes, exactly! Thank you for volunteering as an example.

I am no example! Nor am I a volunteer! And that’s that!

You should know me by now! Enough to know that when I spend my money, it won’t be on clothing. Swarovski, Susanne Kaufmann, Frey Willie... these are timeless pieces that can’t be worn out, or torn out, by wear and tear! Gifts that my neighbours can’t compete with!

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I thought we were all very aware that rich people have no taste and expensive brands are like a crutch for them, no? 

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stadtdermusik​:

“Of course I’m right. You’re a wonderful teacher.” She’s learned a bit from him herself. Some composers he was closer to than she, so it made perfect sense to learn from a protege or their master at one point or another.

Her own temperament wasn’t always matched to any of her students either. The holier-than-thou attitude of some brats was almost too much to bear. Books, at the very least, couldn’t argue. They minded perfectly well every turn.

Sophia shifts to face the counter,  working the espresso machine to whir into action. It may be older but it certainly made the perfect cup. “Einspänner or Mélange?”

A sharp nod at the praise. What was it the kids said? Game recognize game?

He would have chided her for not knowing his "usual." Yet, Roderich doesn't mind keeping up with the appearance of a man who could withstand a jet black coffee. Ah, yes, to give the impression of someone who took no sugar, no milk, please, thank you, and please leave, I've got work to do. But what was life without its little pleasures, and caffeine without oodles of cream?

“Einspänner.”

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hey! out of curiosity, do you credit any of the artists whose art you use for rps, graphics, etc? cant find it anywhere if so

OOC: I credited my sidebar on my OOC page. I've always been a bit finicky when it comes to using reaction images. This must be a sign to stick to just words from now on. I’ve always been more comfortable that way anyway.

Thank you, Anonym. Appreciate it.

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stadtdermusik​:

“I see. It would make sense that the beginners would be easiest, being fresh and minds ready to mould.” She’s amused but retains her soft expression. “They should be proud to have you as a teacher regardless.” There’s your little ego boost, Roderich. “Alles klar. I’ve taken a new interest in music sociology so I have more time to devote to books and less to entitled children.” Sophia gestures towards the kitchen. “I was about to make coffee. Would you like a cup?”

“You’re right! They should! These hands have played alongside great composers, let alone memorised their songs!”

Finally! Someone with a spark of sanity! Youth was always wasted on the young, and wisdom ever more difficult to find among them. He does feel envious of her time towards books, but then again, he did sign up for this, and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“You never have to ask. But I shall always thank you regardless. Yes, please.”

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Diplomatic as usual. 

As with all things, we can find peace and harmony through the most sensible drink: coffee.

I don’t see where the conflict is; these things can all coexist, can’t they? You don’t drink wine with your greasy, fried food. You don’t drink beer with your seafood. And you don’t drink tea if you have a soul.

[A beat.] Conflict resolved, no?

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toberoundistobefree​:

{ Heike tilts his head to listen. }

No, it is different now. You are missing some. Maybe the speakers from my game? It depends. Music changes all the time. Voices sound like the same colors most of the time, but music changes a lot because of the different… I don’t know. Instruments? How it is played? It is fickle.

[ Missing some. Oh dear. A part of him is wont to blame it on Heike entirely. The boy does, after all, hover between the human world and those who are more permanent. ]

Would you like to show me?

[ He scoots aside on his stool. Surely Heike knew piano in some capacity. And if he didn’t, well, this would be the time for him to learn. ]

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toberoundistobefree​:

“Great,” Heike replies, heaving himself back up from the floor with a bit of a groan. He wasn’t feeling too great today. The sooner he got clean, the sooner he could take a nap. “I am going to go take a bath with a bath bomb, and then I am going to go to sleep for a while. And then get some food.”

Actually he had plans for a lot of things he needed to do (and get) from Roderich’s house while he was here. But that could wait until later. For now, it was bath time and sleep time.

And since he could use however many bath bombs he wanted, then by god, he was going to.

Roderich finds it amusing that Heike says he will “get” food, as though he already doesn’t have some prepared. Being a bachelor now, he has had to cook for himself. But the opportunity to share with another, after years of having a bustling home, is a welcome one.

“As you wish,” he muttered, busying himself with the laundry. Oh, what a blessing these machines were, even though the rest of technology could be done with. “Just please be sure to clean up the tub after. You don’t want to the colours to interfere with one another, do you? Then it would all become black and brown, and you wouldn’t see the differences between each bath bomb.”

The thought of a pristine white tub stained every colour under the rainbow makes him shudder.

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toberoundistobefree​:

Just because you told me to, that means that I won’t.

Danke for your input though, Rodi.

So help me I will turn this sphere around!

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toberoundistobefree​:

What on earth are you talking about.

Nevermind. Go practice your violin.

I have a feeling we’ll be needing a performance very soon...

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... Mäuschen? Do you believe that mass-murder is... art?

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toberoundistobefree​:

“Or, or. Or. I could just look it up on my phone, now that I have one with the Internet!” He looked extremely proud of himself for this. He hasn’t had it for too long, after all. 

So, he did just that. Behind Roderich, who was sorting laundry, he sat down on the floor. Heike pulled out his phone to look up what exactly it was that he meant, and held the screen up in Roderich’s general direction when he found it. 

“A bath bomb. Do you have those? I want one.”

Roderich is surprised to see that Heike has a phone. Were they not circular enough...? He squints with glasses he does not truly need to get a better look at the image. Then, an exhale leaves him the same way that it leaves the organ.

“Badebomben! Oh, my students rave about them! They have been a part of their gift-giving for years. To take a bath in a pristine white tub, with them, why would one do such a...”

He could go on and on, but he’s starting to notice how expectant Heike looks. Bath bombs were harmless, just messy... much like many things in Roderich’s life, lately.

“... There are some in the cabinet under the bathroom sink. They gave it to me as an end-of-year gift, but I never used them. Use as many as you wish.”

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toberoundistobefree​:

{ Seemingly put out by having to stop his sketching, he reached up onto the couch to grab his Switch to lead Roderich to the town square. His fingers twitched to keep drawing, but if he didn’t find K. K. Slider, he’d never hear the end of it, he was sure. } He isn’t the maestro, Rodi. He is a celebrity. You do mean the dog with the guitar, right? Oh, look! I don’t have that flower by my house… { He’s only ever really been here to pick flowers and go fishing and find cute clothes. You may have just lost your chance, Roderich. }

Very well, I shall be the judge of whether or not he is a celebrity. As you know, just because someone makes popular things does not always make them a true artist. 

[ Pink and yellow. Pink and yellow. He thinks he understands what Heike means, when the song is described in this way. Pink. He is in major key, because minor is too sad. Yellow. His touch is light on the keys, the way the sun would shine brightly on a field of green. Just as the character did... Yes, yes, he has it now. That’s the tune. ]

Pink and yellow enough, Mäuschen?