[Kazuha is patient with Diluc's hesitance. He just sits to the side of the sofa, his cheek propped against his closed fist, as he watches someone he loves hesitantly navigate a gift he was given. He knows the man well enough not to mistake it for rejection, so his expression remains pleasant and encouraging.
It's not a song, but even listening to Diluc go through the scales is wonderful. His eyes half lid, almost dreamy, feeling his heart do a little flutter at the sound of the man's laughter. He'll never get sick of it.]
Yet your spirit still knows it. Do you think you could play me a song?
[Perhaps he shouldn't be asking the birthday boy to perform for him but it was ultimately up to Diluc in the end.]
no subject
It's not a song, but even listening to Diluc go through the scales is wonderful. His eyes half lid, almost dreamy, feeling his heart do a little flutter at the sound of the man's laughter. He'll never get sick of it.]
Yet your spirit still knows it. Do you think you could play me a song?
[Perhaps he shouldn't be asking the birthday boy to perform for him but it was ultimately up to Diluc in the end.]