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Come then. Bring your book in case you get bored.

[He takes his wrist and brings him to the Dance Hall and sits at the piano. He does scoot over far enough so that Lahabrea can sit beside him.]

[He does bring his book because why wouldn't he but as he sits beside Emet-Selch he looks surprised.]

I didn't know you could play.

I don't truly. Perhaps one or two songs at best. But we do not have Elidibus here to play for us. So you'll have to excuse the less technical performance.

[Luckily he has pretty long arms to not sitting the center of the bench isn't a hindrance. And he plays an old Amaurot tone that is absolutely, 100% basic. But that wasn't the point. The point was the nostalgia.]

[Ah... he closes his eyes and just lets the music wash over him, quiet.

Truly it's pleasant. Painful. But in a way that leaves him... strangly soothed. Maybe it's the company.]

[He elbows him lightly in the ribs on the second pass of the song. Sorry, it goes on repeat.]

It truly is beyond your bed time. Though you were one to also wander the streets long after everyone else had retired for the evening. If you weren't sequestered in the Akademia that is.

[He won't complain they're from a video game all bgm repeats.]

I like sleep far less than I like engaging my brain you know... though here, sleep isn't shop bad.

And you, you were always one to be found napping whenever you could get away with it. I shall call that a cosmic balance

Don't blame me that you can't tell the difference between napping and enjoying the night sky.

Enjoying the view then. Certainly not what I call strenuous activity.

Was it so strenuous back then? Those halcyon days. Surely there was work to be done, creations to be considered, debates to be heard.

You enjoyed every single creation concept that came across your desk by student hand or not. To puzzle out the efficiencies. To give form to the ideas. To better them.

Considering how we toil now, how could you consider any of that strenuous?

You have caught me. I never considered it strenuous to begin with. That is why I never slept you know.

It was fun, then. Too much fun to wish to put aside even for rest. Given the chance to Create again, I am not sure when I would ever sleep.

Even the Great and Honorable Lahabrea needs his rest.

[He takes a tone that sounds more like he's trying to imitate Hythlodaeus.]

Ever were we patient. Though I understand the sentiment. What wonders you will create once given the chance again.

Is it not restful to enjoy myself?

[He leans against Emet-Selch's side, very lightly, watching him play.]

Your imitation is... passable. Barely.

....You nearly make me yearn to play. I always did love music.

Hythlodaeus did have a way with people I could never duplicate.

[He leans his head against his for just a moment before straightening while playing.]

Eichi can play. Though I'm not sure if he is taking students.

I shall ask him at least. I know the theory. Many of the theories.

[It's not like there's only one music theory.]

It would be the matter of practice. I've never had the time.

Of course you do. I would not doubt it.

Well, we always did have Elidibus to play for us, did we not?

[He does not voice "I miss him", but he's silent a moment, before snorting.]

He'd have some critique for your playing I'm sure.

[That goes without saying, doesn't it? And the fact that he's by himself.]

Gracious and kind and brutally honest he would be.

[After this last run through the song he will stop letting his fingers just brush over the keys without pressing them.]

[Alone, with only the sundered, how must he be faring?]

Merciless, at the very lightest.

[He lifts a hand and brushes it over the back of Emet-Selch's wrist.]

[He puts an arm around his shoulders.]

I'm glad I can see you content again even with the weight you bear.

[He smiles wrly, taps the arm around his shoulder.]

Teach me this side. I'd play the piece with you.

If you must be sentimental and nostalgic.

[Because... as much as he can be, there is some contentment in this moment. But also he's incapable of being idle long so teach him something before he implodes.]

Of course.

[Lahabrea will pick it up easily without a doubt. Then they will play in tandem. This is probably one of the happiest and peaceful moments he's had here.]

[He does pick it up, quite quickly. And once they're playing together his expression and posture relaxes more, intent on keeping time with Emet-Selch, while also actually, truly enjoying himself.

It really is a very precious moment of peaceful contentment.]

[They'll play it tow or three times together. When they are done, he'll run a hand through Lahabrea's hair and kiss his forehead.]

Thank you, .

[He pulls Emet-Selch's head against his shoulder, brushing fingers through his hair.]

You are welcome. And... Thank you as well, Hades.

[He stays leaning against him for a long, long time. Quiet. Eyes closed.]

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