17th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Well, naturally Hayato was notoriously terrible with children, and with his condition his patience was stretched even thinner then usual. It probably took all of ten minutes of being in the room with the kid before he got fed up with it and tried to throw his shoe at it , so of course Hayato had been baby-ified like the rest of the bad mommy's out there.

And his child self had some serious business to take care of! After bothering about several people with his child nonsense he finally thought to get practicing for his upcoming piano recital! Hoping that if he was good enough, maybe he wouldn't have to eat his sister's cookies again...

So Hayato had found the music room and plopped himself down to play the first piece he could find. Of course he's no professional, he messes up here and there, but considering his age and the complexity of the piece he's rather gifted. Anyone in the general vicinity of the music room is free to come listen, and bother him.]

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I can tell you have. [He says it truthfully.]

weally WEALLY good.

[that was all it took for the three younger ones to start bickering t which the young red-head rolled her eyes, stood up, and went and sat on the stool. Dean was busy trying to stop the bickering.

she pressed a key gently, prouducing a soft high 'C' note to ring out, and she giggled quietly. Her cheeks were almost as red as her hair.] You play somefing else for me, pw- please?

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Thank you! Papa says I'm really good for my age! That's why I can have concerts!

[Hayato looks up at the little girl and smiles]

Sure!

[then climbs back up onto the bench, with a bit of difficulty, he was quite small after all. Then he thinks for a moment]

But what should I play?

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[Her brow furrows in thought, before she said a little shyly, smiling] Something with words. I wanna sing.

[Dean carefully hid a grin. He saw what was happening here, and it was cute as hell. He knew that a kid's crush would never be serious, or last all that long.... but it was cute.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

...

[He has to think... he was only taught the classical pieces... or parts of them. Not much time for fun in an "all business" family like his]

I-I don't think I know any...

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[she looks a little surprised.] But lots of songs have words! like "mary had a litle lamb", and "Baa Baa Black sheep"...

[she was about too carry on listing various nursery rhymes, when the bloonde kid pipes up]

[Dean gave a small sigh, and by now the other two are giggling.] Mary, you can sing nursery rhymes at any time; don't hassle the kid. Bobby, don't call your sister stupid. Hayato, play whatever you like, don't listen to her - and if you wanna sing that much, Mare, make up words.

[The giggling stopped, and both Bobby and Mary looked suitably contrite. She turned big doe-eyes on Hayato.] Sorry. [Was she apologising to her brother? No. Did Dean EXPECT her too apologise to her brother? No.]