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"I need a gym buddy. All my friends are still in America." he sighs.
"I need a gym buddy. All my friends are still in America." he sighs.
Luc shuns, “Sure. I’ll go occasionally.” She smiles slightly
"Alright, thank you!" he smiles.
"Now, I just need to find a hobby for while I'm in Ireland." he mutters.
Luc pauses, thinking, “Sight seeing?”
Tristan sighs.
"I guess, but I don't have money, and I doubt that there's a taxi that will take me all the way out to Stonehenge."
Luc laughs, “Maybe not, but there are cool things in Ireland. Maybe though, you can come with next time I go home. I can take you to Stonehenge.” He smiles, “And, well, walking is a thing you know. Do Americans really drive everywhere?”
"Like Salisbury Plain?" he chuckles. "I'd like that, though maybe I should, y'know, learn more about you before I get in a car or a plane with you."
"Walk? To England? From Ireland? You must think me Jesus to pull off a feat like that." he teases. "But yeah, we drive everywhere."
Lucas laughs, “No, God no, I don’t mean walk to England! I mean walk around Ireland. Well, people walk a lot here. A European drivers license takes a long time to get.”
"That sounds like fun, actually. I wonder how long it would take me to jog around the entirety of Ireland." he muses.
Lucas looks at him, “God, Start small, please—“
Tristan laughs.
"No thanks. 'Go big or go home,' and all that bullshit, right? And I mean, I'm a tall buff beefcake of a man so I doubt it would take me very long."
Lucas laughs, “Still, just don’t hurt yourself.”
"I won't, I won't." he chuckles.
Lucas laughs softly, humming.
Tristan tilts his head, then starts humming a sort of countermelody to whatever Lucas was humming.
Lucas listens and then looks at him, watching for a moment.
Tristan stops his humming after a couple more seconds, grinning.
"What? Surprised the history buff - emphasis on the 'buff' - can sing?" he teases.
Lucas shakes his head, “No. . . Not really.
(Luc is the kinda guy to fall in love with anyone who has a touch with music-)
(Lol I made a good choice then)
Tristan laughs.
"Hey, do you have a violin?" he asks.
“Yeah. . .” He gets up, moving to a stack of cases, grabbing one. He walks over to him, “Here.” He offers the case, “But. . . Please, be careful with it.”
"Don't worry. I know to be careful with it." he chuckles, unlatching the case and pulling out the violin. He plucks a few strings, then twists the tuning pins down on the soundboard, plucking the strings again and nodding. He feels around for the bow and rosin, tightening the bow up and rubbing the rosin on the hairs of the bow.
He sets the violin up on his sgoulder, his chin on the chin rest, sets the bow to the string and starts playing The Chaconne in D minor by Bach, the notes perfectly in tune.
LUcas listening, watching the instrument, biting his lip slightly.
He plays the song halfway through before stopping. He'd closed his eyes when he'd started playing, just for concentration. Even though he was blind.
He turns in Lucas' direction.
"I actually learned to play the violin by listening." he says quietly.
Lucas hums, “No shit—“ He mutters, grinning, “You couldn’t really learn any other way.”
"True. But I learned to play that by ear, too, so remember that." Tristan grins.
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