Halfway there!

"...I can do that. Any particular exercises you'd recommend for a string bean like me?"

"Does it have to be an all-day thing...? I still have music to work on."

"Is it gonna hurt?"

He sighed, with a slight whine. “Well at least I have a good trainer...”

“…So I’m gonna have to lift and run a lot aren't I?”

“Where would you recommend my scrawny butt starts?”

“Damn, I wish I had this shape still….”

"I thought you were bleeding for a second, but that's just your armpit hai-" Instantly punched.

He bows. "Mrs. Kiramman."

||: Same

||: Yeeah... What I'd give for the old days...

||: JFC the shimmer strap... Good times.

||: That was my favorite storyline XD

||: Before I reply... Bless you for remembering the crabs...

"I'll order the largest samplers I can find. Any no goes? Caramel? Mint? Coconut?"

"Oh, understood... You want anything? My treat."

"You uuuh... You good?"

◇ TWIN CITY HOUND ◇ VI OF THE LANES Pit Fighting to Forget Herself, her family, .. » I am at the bottom, it's a long way down I am on the bend, it's a long way 'round Of who I am and what I'm taking 'Cause no pretty face can save me now «

"I think so too. Kinda too much of a primadonna for much else."

“This is why I never got into the sciences.”

“Came from a dream where I sold everything and moved to Zaun-” He paused and smirked. “Oh, wait, that did happen. Kinda like your explosions. Brains are weird.”

“When it's not dark? Nonsensical pieces of music. Going back to school over and over again…” He shudders. “Conversations that go nowhere with my family, like reality.” He sipped from a cup on his table and walked to the piano, playing a tune stuck in head from last time.

“Or at least have someone to read a book to me. My intrusive thoughts are meaner when I'm unconscious.”

“I was comatose for a week after the last bout.”

“…Again?”

"No, I know... Just never thought I'd be starting new hobbies until I was 40."

"Well, the Academy is hiring talent younger than me now... Not to mention hiring more... Well, /less/ socially active musicians. Maybe it's time I move off of the Academy. I'm sure the Council will move on."

He nods proudly. "Yeah, but building instruments seems just as fun."

"I really should have spent more focus on gears and stuff as a kid. Little beyond me."

“That is definitely true. Explains why you always have quick backup plans…”

He nods with admiration. “You are really good at making multifunctional things.”

“That like a sharp walking teeth toy or does it just bite hard?”

“I’m flattered. Sounds like a waste of good fruit anyways.”

“That’s a shame. Rotten ones have softer impact.”

“At least you're an honest critic. I'll take a rotten tomato thrown than a backstabbing peer review in the paper.”

“Feels like forever since I had a good audience that wasn't just paying me.”

He peeked out in sleepwear and a toothbrush in hand. “That’s what I’ve been saying.”

He bowed after playing.

He smiled and kept playing, glad to have an audience again.

He stretched his neck and his arms out, cracking his knuckles. "High speed, you got it." www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwdC...

"Well, it's winter, so I can go waltz or a high pace cover of a winter song."

"Don't suppose music would help?"

That's more like it.

Sleeping on the bow-wowing.

"None. It was poor timing on my part." He opened a few windows and used a long branch for opening the skylight, he put a towel over his mouth. "What brings you to my place?"

"...Well, I appreciate that."