She gave him a look. "Francis," she said. "Our government has been bombed. I would call that war, wouldn't you?"
"You're right pretty often, too, so I say it's fair." He scratched his temple. "Do you want to go to the library?"
(WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON WITH THESE NOTIFICATIONS?) She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. "I would love to."
(I, single handedly, gave you over 100 likes. That's what!) He began heading in that direction, squeezing her hand. "Alright. Got any songs you'd like me to play you?"
(That you did. Thank you.) "Hm," she mused. "I'm sure I could figure out something." (Idea: They play a piece together.)
(I AM ALMIGHTY.) "Yeah, or I can just be annoying and original and play 'Flight of the Bumblebees'." (Also, YES.)
She gave him a strange look as she bit her lip in thought. "Hm. I wonder if they'd have some extra instruments there. It seems like the kind of thing they'd have."
She looked over at him, surprised. She was quiet for a moment, and then a small grin appeared on her face. "Depends," she replied. "How good are you at sightreading?"
"Pretty decent. I'll just look it over a few times and then try it out. Unless I already know it of course," he said, his tone slightly conceited.
She laughed lightly as they entered the library. "Hm. Right. I can certainly imagine that you had to suffer through playing many duets without a partner when you were younger. I suppose that is the problem with being a bit of an ass." (I'm very excited. Do you have a piece you're thinking of, or would you mind if I chose it?)
"Oh quiet, 'Medic'. I bet you were so annoying the nobody even wanted to play with you," he said, obviously teasing her. (You go ahead and pick one! It was your idea, after all.)
(Awwww yiss. Thank you.) "Excuse you, Craw, but I was beloved," she responded haughtily as they approached the piano. She paused as she looked down the aisle that contained music scores and she deterred from their course to look for a certain piece. "Delius, Dvorak, Elgar.. There's a really beautiful cello concerto by Elgar, but... Aha! Faure! Here we go." She pulled out the score, and walked over to him, pulling out the piano part and handing it to him. "You take a look at that," she said smoothly. "I'll go find a cello."
(Ohh, there are so many good ones from Faure!) He took it, looking through it. "Alright. Thanks," he said, searching the pages over and over, trying to remember and think of how he would do this properly.
(For some reason, I've been listening to this one a lot during this RP. You're about to get a very nerdy and pretentious version of Eluuna. I'm sorry in advance.) She gave him a small smile and went off to look. She crossed the room and spoke in a low voice to a librarian, who grinned and nodded, leading her off to the back room. They returned a couple of minutes later, with Poppy holding a large, bulky black case. She thanked the librarian, and returned to Francis, her cheeks rosy. "They had one! I mean, it's a little big, but I can deal with that."
(You don't have to apologize! I'm sure I'll enjoy whichever it is!) "Oh, okay," he said, looking up at her. "I think I can do this." (In other news, you missed me singing in the voice channel. Hehehe.)
