badfic_manor | 3rd bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video]

[Hayato wandered into some fancy-ass dining hall completely drenched. He had been aimlessly wandering around in a sulky mood. The battle had already taken place in his world, and he had probably been labeled as a coward and a deserter if the Vongola family had even lived. He sighed and took over his wet collared shirt and slung it over his arm. He's strapped from head to toe with his dynamite, though his cigarettes were wet and wouldn't light much to his irritation. He hadn't cared about getting wet at first so he had remained outside a bit longer then he should have, which he ended up regretting.

Wandering further into the room he freezes and stares at the piano sitting idly in the front of the room. He scoffs and walks over to it. Figures they would have something like this here so some jackass could play for a bunch of pricks. ~~Well here comes the jackass.~~ Without much thought he sits down at the piano, staring down at the keys. He takes his blackberry out and places it next to him, giving it a good hard stare. It was off. Nothing was touching it. There was NO POSSIBLE WAY FOR IT TO TURN ON. He holds his hands out over the keys, then gives one more stare at the blackberry. Still off. Good. He turns back to the piano satisfied that the blackberry would remain off.

...and oh hey guess what just turned on the video feed?

Hayato's hands tremble over the keys for a moment. clearly something about playing has him scared, he starts off shakily with a few clumsy awkward notes, then after a deep breath goes into this. He quickly loses himself in the music, moving with it as he plays, even going as far as to smile a bit as he plays. Although he's probably hitting some of the notes with a bit of excess force.

Still, he had been hailed as a prodigy even when he was eight...]

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[Totally not smirking at you falling over, BLack Jack heads further into the room, offering his hand to help Dera up]

Sorry, I was just listening to you play. I'm Black Jack

[The teen swats his hand away and get up himself, his face is BEAT RED. In order to avoid eye contact and hopefully pretend the WHOLE INCIDENT never happened he goes looking for his box cigarettes that fell over with the piano stool. He grabbed his soaking wet shirt and finds the cigarettes nearby. He quickly takes one in his mouth, even though it's too soaked to light. Of course he makes no effort to turn the bench back up.

Satisfied with having gotten his belongings he flings his shirt over his shoulder and shoves his hands in his pockets, glaring at the man before him]

What do you want?

[Straightening up, Black Jack pushes one hand into his pocket as he watches the teenager fumble around for a minute or two]

I don't want anything, I was just looking to compliment your skills

[He growls at that]

Don't fucking bother. I don't play! It's just some stupid shit I picked up as a kid!

[...Okay fuck the wet cigarette. He wants smokes NOW. Watch him struggle to get that damn thing lit.]

[Taking some cigarettes out of his pocket, Black jack hands him one]

Yeah..I know what you mean. Beethoven is kids play.

[Said with a smirk]

[He looks at the man suspiciously before snatching the cigarette. He sniffs it first just to make sure it's alright before lighting it up]

Tch, what the hell would you know?!

[With the smirk remaining, Black Jack ushers the kid out of the way, before turning the piano stool right side up. Thinking for a moment, he then starts to play. Granted, this piece wasn't as complex or fast as the one Gokudra was playing, but it was one of the Doctors favourites....]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1iZXyWLnXg&feature=related

[He rolls his eyes]

Well whoopty-friggin-do. You can play, congrats.

[He claps mockingly, then afterward rubs his hands sorely. Playing such a piece after years of not practicing left him a bit sore and cramped]

That piece ain't that hard.

[He shakes his hands loose a bit and then shoves them back in his pockets, slouching over as he usually does when irritated]

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