Wishes he'd adopted like his mother suggested.

Shit… Out of tequila again.

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“Yeah. You have softer skin than I was expecting. You know, with all the fights.”

He lightly pinched her left cheek, giving off a light chuckle.

“I only meant want to. Unlike Caitlin, I know you’ll break my arm for trying.”

“This just makes me want to pinch your cheek.”

“Feels like eternity. But there’s an absence of reality and thought, I know what you mean. I had a crash out getting high and obsessed over making new music.”

“…That’s beautiful. I feel the same way. Time just got away from me.”

“I missed you a lot.”

“Okay…” He leans on her and hugs. She was indeed soft and comfy.

"I miss a lot of people..."

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Bumpy!

He's hungry for some fancy food... Where's @kirammankeys.bsky.social ?

“Heya, helmet.”

He's glad he cleaned up his place. He missed having company.

Eats a sandwich in his robe, humming up his composition for the fall concert. This one was promising. He wrote down what he could as it came to him. "Just two months til practice. No pressure."

He smiled lightly. "It's nice to know I still have fans after all these years."

"Yes. Surprisingly, Popular music seems to be less attracted to than Classical. Guess that's why it's classical."

"Thanks, Commander. Well, I mean, Seraphine is a close second."

"It's also to prove to my parents that I amounted to something."

"I'm looking to perform before the king. It's been a lifelong dream to say I played for a king."

Still got it.

"Well, not to put too much pressure on myself, but this draft is my application for Ionia. That's why the concert can't fail."

"Right... Gods, I need to get organized. Anyway, how's your life goin'?"

"I /am/. I'm just nervous too. I don't even have the rough draft organized yet."

An hour later, he came back fully shaved and overly minty smelling in pajamas. "Right, now, where were we?"

"...Greeeeat."

"That bad, huh? Let me go take care of that."

"Bout damn time we had a lull of peace."

"I missed practice and the summer concerts."

He looked at the mess of paperwork, and scratched his five o'clock shadow. "Work obsessed. In desperate need of a shower. Other than that, not too bad."

"That's awes-" He tripped over his trashcan of thrown drafts and quickly stood back up. "That's amazing!"

"Lost track of time in the home office. How are ya, Vi?!"

"Eh, whatever. I'm sure everyone was reimbursed."

"...Yeaaah."

"...I was scheduled for a performance. In... In June."

"...Shit, I missed the concert."

"...Uh oh."

From a tall and wide pile of musical drafts, William's head emerged, looking around. "What month is it?"

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"Never grew a beard this thick before. Don't think I know how to scrape all this off without making a mess."

"Shave it off. Chin has to be clean shaven for the performance. Formality and all that." He sighed. "Might not cut my hair though."