[There are a lot of emotions involved in this, all bubbling up at once as he looks down at the instrument across his lap. At first it's as if he doesn't dare touch it, then he shakes his head slightly and slips his fingers beneath the neck to pick it up. The case is quickly moved to the floor, the bow plucked up and prepared, and even with Kazuha's words in mind he gently tucks the chin rest against the line of his jaw.
His bright eyes flick to Kazuha briefly, almost nervous. He exhales a quiet breath. It's a lot, to get a gift like this... even considering what it must have cost the other man aside.
The first note he plays is hesitant and shivering, but those after it gain in confidence and sharpness. He works his way across a scale, moving the bow across the strings with ease, then lowers the violin and lets out a quiet breath of laughter.]
It's been five years since I picked up an instrument.
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His bright eyes flick to Kazuha briefly, almost nervous. He exhales a quiet breath. It's a lot, to get a gift like this... even considering what it must have cost the other man aside.
The first note he plays is hesitant and shivering, but those after it gain in confidence and sharpness. He works his way across a scale, moving the bow across the strings with ease, then lowers the violin and lets out a quiet breath of laughter.]
It's been five years since I picked up an instrument.