a_libertine
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Marcel leaned against the cushions on the floor, forgoing the lounge in the room. The smaller room had little in way of furniture, and though unseemly as it was, the cushions were a damned sight more comfortable than the ancient lounge. Marcel always eyed it suspiciously, like the thing would leap up alive one day and swing at him.
"Does Sir have a preference for the mood of my playing?" Her eyebrows gave the appearance of surprise or disdain, Marcel wasn't sure which.
"Play something more along the lines of the first song, not the second."
"Does Sir have a preference for the mood of my playing?" Her eyebrows gave the appearance of surprise or disdain, Marcel wasn't sure which.
"Play something more along the lines of the first song, not the second."