Used to be, [ Vash admits, sheepishly passing a hand over the back of his neck. ] I'm out of practice, but I'm sure it wouldn't take much to pick it back up again.
[ He was never as attentive to his studies as his brother, but he learned enough to play competently. A long time ago now, but he's sure the muscle memory is still there. If he stretches a hand out, he can still remember the positions of the notes to some old earth song, the sheet music lost long ago in the Fall.
The tune is there, on the tip of his tongue. Humming it to himself, fingers dancing over invisible keys, he can almost remember what it was called. ]
Got any favorites? I'd take requests. Even play something special for the man in charge once the doors close.
[ It's wishful thinking, he's aware. They both know Vash is a dead man walking, and Wolfwood has more important things to worry about—but he'll beg forgiveness another day for just this once glancing in the direction of his own wants. ]
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[ He was never as attentive to his studies as his brother, but he learned enough to play competently. A long time ago now, but he's sure the muscle memory is still there. If he stretches a hand out, he can still remember the positions of the notes to some old earth song, the sheet music lost long ago in the Fall.
The tune is there, on the tip of his tongue. Humming it to himself, fingers dancing over invisible keys, he can almost remember what it was called. ]
Got any favorites? I'd take requests. Even play something special for the man in charge once the doors close.
[ It's wishful thinking, he's aware. They both know Vash is a dead man walking, and Wolfwood has more important things to worry about—but he'll beg forgiveness another day for just this once glancing in the direction of his own wants. ]