forum One on One - Resting in a Rose Pedal (Closed!)

Started October 15, 2018 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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(HAH!)
"We'll have to do a number together." Indra said, looking him straight in the eyes.

Carrio’s gaze didn’t waver. “I suppose we do.”

Indra chuckles.
"Why don't you bring your saxophone, then… And I'll bring my piano." He was joking , honestly, but if Carrio said yes, he'd be down for it. Pianos aren't normally portable, but when you can bench press a car that's not an issue.

Carrio raised an eyebrow. “How about we meet up at your place? The piano sounds hard to lug around.”

Carrio raised an eyebrow. “How about we meet up at your place? The piano sounds hard to lug around.”

Carrio raised an eyebrow. “How about we meet up at your place? The piano sounds hard to lug around.”

"It's not that hard to lug around, but it's a pain to through the door. And I can't just walk around with a piano on my back, now can I." He mused.
"So my place it is."

Carrio rolled his eyes. “You could’ve left the fluff out. Just have said yes, at my place.”

"Fluff?" Indra questioned, oblivious.

“You were just showing off, Indra. There’s no reason to show off for me, I assure you…”

"Okay…" Indra said, confused. He finished his noodles. "When should we head over there?"

“I don’t care,” Carrio supplied, finishing off his boba.

Indra's bike pulled into the apartment complex parking lot.
He killed the motor, waiting for Carrio to pull up. He folded his arms.

Carrio pulled the large saxophone case from his home, turned and locked the door, then hobbled over to the bike.
“Hey. Ready?”

"Yeah." Indra said. He held the door open for Carrio and his case, and made his way to the piano.

Carrio set his case down and unlocked it, pulling it open to reveal the love of his life: His saxophone. He smiled happily and pulled it together, then threw the strap over his shoulders, checking his reed.

"That's quite an instrument." Indra ssid. "Check out mine." He pointed to the corner of the room, to reveal a hulking yet also skeletal piano, with Western and Italian stylings.

Carrio examined it. “You can’t have one normal thing, can you?” He gave a slight laugh afterward. “No offense. I like the style it gives you.”

"You're damn right I can't." Indra said. "But thanks. You too." He paused . "Shall we begin?"

Carrio nodded. “What should we play?”

"How about we improvise." Infra said, playing a few notes that sounded like something from the Cowboy Bebop opening, not that he even knew what that was, but still.

(yAs)

Carrio rose his sax to his mouth and played a quick scale to warm up before joining him in thr few note playing.

Indra slid his hands gracefully across the keyboard, they glided across effortlessly, producing smooth notes that more or less blended together. He let the music rest, and continued, his notes getting erratic and haunting in a beautiful way.