He doesn't know when he starts to cry. It almost feels like the tears were always there, he just was that desperate not to pay attention, but it hurts too much suddenly, like the music is gripped around his heart and squeezed too tight.
He forces himself to keep plucking anyway, seemingly no rhyme or reason -- just... testing out the strings, slowly finding the notes they hold.
After enough time, Ion might start to recognize what Sanji's trying to play.]
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He doesn't know when he starts to cry. It almost feels like the tears were always there, he just was that desperate not to pay attention, but it hurts too much suddenly, like the music is gripped around his heart and squeezed too tight.
He forces himself to keep plucking anyway, seemingly no rhyme or reason -- just... testing out the strings, slowly finding the notes they hold.
After enough time, Ion might start to recognize what Sanji's trying to play.]