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A while passed and he finished the second movement. Before he knew it he had a swarm of females surrounding him. One with blonde hair and.. cat-like ears?! Showed up and complimented his art. He smiled gratefully, "I agree. It gives a sense of tone to my playing, its most affecting and effective. He blinked a few times as they surrounded him. He was most embarrassed. Hans hid his eyes under his hair for a moment. He was surrounded by people! Who wanted to befriend him! Or... something else at least. Yet, Hans couldn't fathom it.

"Oh my, thank you very much miss. Yes, I have been playing for all of my life.It took me a very long time to get to this point" Hans pointed out, "Oh you flatter me ever so much. If you'd like we could play a session one day" Hans added with his laced Russian accent. The two girls from earlier he assumed stood up and spoke. It was Rosalynda.. She had complimented his art as well, "Thanks" He said looking at her dead in the eye, "I guess you're not. I am pleased that you all take the liking to my music. I am extremely flattered" Hans spoke quietly.

Marela came to sit next to Hans. He was taken a bit surprised that a female would get as close as she did. He bit the inside of his cheek, running a hand through his hair, "Er, well..." she begged almost. He side-glanced her then shifted his weight, "Uh.. I might be able to. Its a very serious art, Merela.." Hans hesitated then touched her shoulder with his gloved hand. He placed his bow down. And adjusted his trench coat once again. He sought Merela to be busy on examining the cello he caught a glance at Rosalynda as she chuckled to herself.

Hans gazed at Rosalynda as she seemed to have a realization. His faced crumpled a bit as he wondered what time it was, "How interesting" He spoke aloud. His brows furrowed and he picked at his piercing. His shoulders slumped as he looked down at the female crowd. Under the willow feels... delicious.. He thought to himself . Hans' hair blew in the breeze as time went by he glanced at the female with cat ears he offered her a crooked smile.

Hans' eyes narrowed as Merela began to fidget and obviously become extremely self-conscience. He heard when she said she could handle it, but it seemed a bit off. So he brushed it off and said deviously, "I hope you can because over the years I have developed my own type of музыкального искусства" He said with a rough Russian accent at the end, "A musical art" Hans added, as an inside joke. A very dark and mysterious one.

He noticed Rosalynda whisper to Merela, so he turned his attention to the cat eared girl. Interrupting her idle chit-chat he said nervously, "I didn't quite catch your name" He slumped even more, "You are an exuberant character" awkwardly he poised his cello and disapparating the black magical cello in the thick shaded air. A hand on his chin he looked up as the young eared girl, who exclaimed her identity. He felt genuine he called out her name, "Ruby" He said with his very, very mild accent. But, she was caught with conversing with the other girls.

Rosalynda explained how she thought that Merela would be able to have some maturity if she were to be able to play a musical instrument. He thought about this. How when he was younger he taught his little brother. His brother who looked at him as a prodigy. His brother who... who..- Dark thoughts clouded up his mind. What I had just played...? He thought, "I played one of the most beautiful pieces I could think of.. A piece that sings to me when I glance upon it" He said clinging to his dark past. Hans rose his eyes to meet Rosalynda.

His eyes clouded with so much emotion, he became numb. He cut the awkward conversation with Rosalynda, he assumed she wasn't even interested, "It seems you all get a long very well, I then shall depart" He said emotionless. Robotically he swept up his things, ever so swiftly he began to leave. Step by step he felt weary, dark, unstable. He had been broken, from the past once again.

Hans head began to swirl with dark thoughts, a true essence of sadness. His impatience grew as he wanted to leave the garden. Every time... every time I play the cello.. it tears me.. I can't play or... or- Hans' eyes began to tear up. He blinked them away when Rosalynda caught up with him. She spoke with sincerity, but Hans did not care for her mere useless conversations.

He ignored the first thing she asked him. He heard a call-out from Ruby, he ignored that also. He felt eyes search around his face, Rosalynda's eyes searched for something that she did not need to be looking for. Whatever she sought for, was forbidden, and Hans did not want to go back to it, "Listen.." He managed, then Rosalynda began talking again, and about the piece. Hans, he flipped his lid. It was agonizing, "What do you want from me?!?" He raised his voice like never before. His voice was velvety, smooth but he had a very low tone.

"Why do you talk to me? What do you want? Money? Attention? Sex?" He said bluntly. His hands clenching and his trench coat moving ferociously in the breeze, making the scene even more dramatic than it needed to be, "I won't offer that, you know why?" He said deviously, "Because I don't want to so how about it? Why not leave me be.. I don't understand" He added harshly. He was completely baffled and extremely rude. His tone rose so high, it reminded him when his brother broke into tears.

His eyes ferocious and expression fierce he glanced at the others, who Ruby stopped jaw open, Merela stood bewildered and Rosalynda.. Rosalynda at the brink of tears. Hit me...! He thought, Hit me... savor the last bitter hatred you should have for me..., "HIT ME!" He cried out... but Hans did not receive a thing. He grunted, at that moment he orbed himself with umbrakinesis, and with his dark magic disapparating to the library.
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