[He listens. He might not have heard that anything was off if Fugo hadn't pointed it out beforehand, but now that he has . . . yeah, he can hear that. It's not horrible, not by any means, and it hardly breaks the flow. But it's a moment of offness, something that makes him blink.]
It still sounds good.
[Which isn't a lie. Polnareff waits until the last notes fade before pressing a key. He doesn't particularly want to learn an instrument, but times like these, he kind of wishes he could.]
[But it could be better. Fugo's not sure how to take Polnareff's compliment, because he's not satisfied with it at all. He knows he can do better-- and does do better, when he's committed the piece to memory and can focus on the proper style of the piece.]
What. Like a scale or something? [He holds his right hand over middle c, pressing the key down with his thumb.] This key is called "C". See how it's situated directly to the left of two black keys? Every key in that position on the keyboard is a C. Start there, with your thumb.
[With his left, he reaches down the lower register and taps each C key with his pointer finger so Polnareff can hear how the notes are related.]
[He dutifully follows those instructions: hitting middle C with his thumb, awkwardly and with obvious inexperience. But he does it, and succeeds, so well done Polnareff!]
Ha ha. [Not a very funny one, apparently.] You lay the rest of your fingers like this on the white keys.
[Fugo tilts his hand so Polnareff can see how his fingertips are resting on a series of keys: C, D, E, F, and G. He plays the five keys back and forth with a rolling motion from his thumb to his pinky.]
However, a full scale is eight notes. And to play that, you do-- [His thumb hits C, followed by his pointer on D, and his middle finger on E-- but that's when he pulls thumb underneath his other fingers and shifts his hand forward, completing the rest of the scale (G, A, B, and C) with the rest of his hand. He plays slowly enough that Polnareff will be able to catch the trick of the movement.] This. Got it?
[Oh, that's a tricky little movement. Not impossible, but tricky. Before the last note finishes ringing Polnareff's got his thumb on the C key, eager to try it.
C, D, E-- there's a momentary pause as he shifts his thumb clumsily beneath his hand, but soon G rings out, followed by the rest of the scale. And there it is, and he grins proudly. If you can't be proud of the little things, what's the point?]
There you go. A scale in C Major. [Fugo completes the motion again, his fingers quick and smooth on the keys. He ends it with a series of chords, fingers stretching out for one, a second, then back to the first.] Why the sudden interest? Didn't you come here to gripe about earrings?
[He says, casually, as if his heart is not entirely filled with spite over the theft of his strawberries.]
If you lose those, I'll never forgive you. They're very important to me. [Using both hands, Fugo nimbly picks out a few scales. When he reaches Polnareff's interfering elbows, he just reaches over them to get to keys in a higher register.] Don't worry. I left them with someone very trustworthy.
[Although those are his emerald copies, which are important, but less so. Anyway:]
Yeah, I know who you left them with; it's the where that concerns me! Where the hell did he go with them!
[There's no way he's just waiting back at the house. These two are crafty. They're sneaky. They're fucking pains in the asses, that's what they are, and this isn't going to be easy.]
Who knows? I don't keep track of Kakyoin's schedule. [The next chords Fugo picks out should be very familiar to Polnareff because no one can hear those notes in that sequence without I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me playing in their head.] Maybe you should visit places he likes to hang out. I'm sure he'll help you out if you catch him.
[He shoves his fingers through Fugo's hair, messing it as much as he possibly can, before shoving to his feet. Kakyoin most definitely isn't at the house; the arcade seems too obvious . . .
Come on-- [Fugo makes all of the prerequisite disgruntled teenager noises at his hair being messed up. But as soon as Polnareff is out the door and on his way, Fugo grabs his watch instead of fixing his hair. His message to Kakyoin is quick, but vital.]
Polnareff is on the move looking for you. He's probably on his way to the library. So if you end up relocating later, that will probably a good spot to hide out since he'll have checked it already.
That would be the most logical option. Shame I'm clear across town by now.
[Which he was, sitting on the roof of Spiral and minding his own business reading a book. He'd probably give it about ten minutes before heading elsewhere; everything being so close together made traveling above the streets pretty easy.]
Let me know when he catches up with you. My plan is to join Buccellati on his walk to the beach this evening, so you can send him anywhere in the city you like. My suggestion: send him Togami, I'm sure he'll get picked on.
[He most certainly does not think to look up. Polnareff spends a good deal of time scouring the library, weaving through shelves and squinting down aisles. But there's no sign of Kakyoin, and so it's the arcade he next tries. Nor is Kakyoin there, and he's not at the market, and he's not even in the house, not the shooting range nor the kitchen nor any of the showers.
Which is when and where Polnareff tries a new tactic. It's been hours he's been looking for his friend, and he's seen neither hide nor hair of him. Clearly Kakyoin was the fucking hide-and-seek champion when he was a kid, because Polnareff hasn't even come close to finding him. He doesn't have much patience to begin with, and his has entirely run out.
So best to take a new approach. Which is: he lets himself into Kakyoin's room and sprawls out on his bed. He's armed with his Sammy Sosa biography, he settles in, waiting for the inevitable. Kakyoin has to come back sometime.]
[...Well yeah, sure he does. Eventually waiting around on rooftops did get a little old. After the past hour spent no further away than the roof of the house Polnareff had so carefully searched, the balcony door was unlocked by a familiar silver-green Stand that snuck underneath it. Sure enough its user dropped down onto the balcony and walked into his room,laughing quietly to himself-]
[He doesn't rush Kakyoin. That would be a mistake. But he sits up, eyes narrowed. This is like a hostage exchange; you can't make any sudden movements. He's gotta be like-- shit, he's gotta be John McClane. He's gotta be sneaky and get his earrings back.]
This was between me and him, I can't believe you allied with him! With him!
With who? You have to be specific, Polnareff--how else am I supposed to know what I'm apparently being accused of? Certainly you wouldn't be offended that I borrowed your earrings, after you've stolen mine so many times.
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It still sounds good.
[Which isn't a lie. Polnareff waits until the last notes fade before pressing a key. He doesn't particularly want to learn an instrument, but times like these, he kind of wishes he could.]
Hey. Show me how to play something.
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What. Like a scale or something? [He holds his right hand over middle c, pressing the key down with his thumb.] This key is called "C". See how it's situated directly to the left of two black keys? Every key in that position on the keyboard is a C. Start there, with your thumb.
[With his left, he reaches down the lower register and taps each C key with his pointer finger so Polnareff can hear how the notes are related.]
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All right, that's C mastered.
[A joke.]
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[Fugo tilts his hand so Polnareff can see how his fingertips are resting on a series of keys: C, D, E, F, and G. He plays the five keys back and forth with a rolling motion from his thumb to his pinky.]
However, a full scale is eight notes. And to play that, you do-- [His thumb hits C, followed by his pointer on D, and his middle finger on E-- but that's when he pulls thumb underneath his other fingers and shifts his hand forward, completing the rest of the scale (G, A, B, and C) with the rest of his hand. He plays slowly enough that Polnareff will be able to catch the trick of the movement.] This. Got it?
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C, D, E-- there's a momentary pause as he shifts his thumb clumsily beneath his hand, but soon G rings out, followed by the rest of the scale. And there it is, and he grins proudly. If you can't be proud of the little things, what's the point?]
All right!
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[He says, casually, as if his heart is not entirely filled with spite over the theft of his strawberries.]
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Where are my hearts! I'm not giving you these back until I get those back, all right, there's a way these things go.
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[Although those are his emerald copies, which are important, but less so. Anyway:]
Yeah, I know who you left them with; it's the where that concerns me! Where the hell did he go with them!
[There's no way he's just waiting back at the house. These two are crafty. They're sneaky. They're fucking pains in the asses, that's what they are, and this isn't going to be easy.]
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[Why are you whining, Polnareff, you're the one that started this. Nonetheless, he leans heavily against Fugo, like maybe that'll help.]
At least give me a hint!
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To the library.]
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Polnareff is on the move looking for you.
He's probably on his way to the library.
So if you end up relocating later, that will probably a good spot to hide out since he'll have checked it already.
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[Which he was, sitting on the roof of Spiral and minding his own business reading a book. He'd probably give it about ten minutes before heading elsewhere; everything being so close together made traveling above the streets pretty easy.]
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My plan is to join Buccellati on his walk to the beach this evening, so you can send him anywhere in the city you like.
My suggestion: send him Togami, I'm sure he'll get picked on.
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Which is when and where Polnareff tries a new tactic. It's been hours he's been looking for his friend, and he's seen neither hide nor hair of him. Clearly Kakyoin was the fucking hide-and-seek champion when he was a kid, because Polnareff hasn't even come close to finding him. He doesn't have much patience to begin with, and his has entirely run out.
So best to take a new approach. Which is: he lets himself into Kakyoin's room and sprawls out on his bed. He's armed with his Sammy Sosa biography, he settles in, waiting for the inevitable. Kakyoin has to come back sometime.]
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[...Well yeah, sure he does. Eventually waiting around on rooftops did get a little old. After the past hour spent no further away than the roof of the house Polnareff had so carefully searched, the balcony door was unlocked by a familiar silver-green Stand that snuck underneath it. Sure enough its user dropped down onto the balcony and walked into his room,laughing quietly to himself-]
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You gave up already?
[come on he was having fun.]
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[he asks, with a positively evil smirk and emerald hearts hanging from his ears.]
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This was between me and him, I can't believe you allied with him! With him!
[SNEAKY AS FUCK]
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[He jabs a finger towards him.]
We've fought together. We've bled together. I made dinner with you! And yet you side with him!
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