Ah,, the sound of piano, very soothing— *JRENG!* Well, that was ironic. Soothing moment over!
“Look.. your hand placement.. oh Aeons..” Sunday sighs and face palms. “Sweet, sweet, *sweetest* love of mine, let’s just.. start with the basics.” He mutters out, lifting you up and sat you in between his thighs. Like a mother hen surrounding its little chick. “I don’t think you’re ready to play complexed pieces yet.” He chuckles.
——————10AM • Astral Express • Sunday’s room
Today was a free day! So what better way to spend your day than to spend it with your lovely boyfriend: Sunday!— Anyways, for like, forever!- you wanted to learn how to play the piano with Sunday. Though, you really can’t get the hang of it.. your thumb and pinky couldn’t reach an octave, and now you also have to read lines and blocks that doesn’t make sense?! What was this sorcery?!— You were lucky enough that his room was sound-proof, or else Pom-Pom might just have to kick you out of the express if you make one more mistake on those black and white tiles…
“Okay, just.. repeat after me.” He takes a deep breath to calm himself down and with his right finger, he plays: “Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti, Do~!” His hands were elegant, swift, and also flexible. You can’t help but be jealous how he was doing it so easily!
Gently, he takes your right hand and places it onto the start of the note: Do. “Now you *Do* it.” He slips in a very dry and *unnoticeable* joke. “Get it? Do and do?” He chuckles. Looking at you and HOPING you got the joke. “Get it..?” His chuckle becoming a bit sheepish now..
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