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definedefiance:

Alfred held out his hands which were cupped around something. As he pulled off the top hand, a little wooden piano model was revealed to be perched on his palm, “It’s a tiny piano.”

Like it wasn’t already obvious.

When the object was revealed, Roderich was a bit surprised, and he looked at it with an awed expression. After a moment, he looked up to Alfred once more. “...Did you make this yourself?”

"Hey, I made you something."

Roderich paused what he was doing, glancing up at the other man with a small frown. “…Really? Well, I can’t deny that I’m a bit surprised.”

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zohardijs:

Abel had never seen the other get so sheepish, but then again, Abel was never really one to hand out praise left, right and centre. Truly, being complimented by the man was really something.

“I hope you’ll let me hear the finished version,” Abel hoped so, as he’d found the piece to be rather enjoyable and relaxing; nothing really managed to cause a calm in him. Maybe this piece of music could be the key to keeping his anger in check, “I’d really appreciate it if I could have a copy too, if you don’t mind. I…uh…I really liked it-” he’d already said that.

Roderich quickly nodded. “Of course! I’ll happily record a final copy for you. I am certain I’ll have it finished sooner than later, there’s just a couple extra touches I want to add and then I think it will be quite perfect.” He smiled slightly, fiddling with his glasses. “I really am glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for listening to it.”

👞

The shoe clocked straight in the middle of his face, and as his comically slipped from him, landing on the floor, a red welt started to form. His brows were set in a furrow, “why?”

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zohardijs:

Abel had simply remained silent, eyes closed as he focused on the music thrumming in his ears from the earphones. He enjoyed the melody, the gentleness, the calm - it was somewhat relaxing to him. Even as it came to an end, Abel retained the relaxed feeling, a ghost of a smile tainting his lips before disappearing again. With a low hum, he opened his eyes and focused on Roderich.

“I like it,” he murmured, “to say it’s a first draft, it’s exceptional. You could pass it off as professional to me.”

Roderich watched a bit anxiously as Abel listened to the piece. Though he quite often wrote music inspired by other people, they weren’t always projects he would actually show, as many times they would be inspired by people he met once and never saw again. So seeing Abel smile, he relaxed slightly, knowing then that he’d enjoyed it.

“Ah-- thank you,” he said, smiling softly, a bit sheepish to get such praise. “It still needs some work, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

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The shoe clocked straight in the middle of his face, and as his comically slipped from him, landing on the floor, a red welt started to form. His brows were set in a furrow, “why?”

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corazonacuatico:

[smiles and takes his phone out] Of course [once he gets his number he pockets his phone]

Alright Roderich, you take care and I’ll see you around

[nods]

Yes. I’ll see you later. [he heads off towards his class]

[whoops there's a bird on your head] Pardon me but I think my little feathered friend has taken a liking to you

Oh my– [well he wasn’t expecting that] I can see that… [he’s kind of trying to look up at said bird but that’s a bit hard]

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"Hey, I made you something."

Roderich paused what he was doing, glancing up at the other man with a small frown. “...Really? Well, I can’t deny that I’m a bit surprised.”

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zohardijs:

Oh- Abel was a little surprised. He’d written a piece inspired by none other than Abel himself- if anything, the piece should be a little something like this. 

No, no, he was joking, of course, he knew that Roderich was talented. It just…shocked him, that’s all, “oh…thank you?” He didn’t really know what to say, stumped - he did wait patiently though, as he was rather intrigued to hear what had been created. 

Roderich had a habit of creating music inspired by just about anyone he spent a bit more time with than usual. And as he seemed to find himself in Abel’s company more recently, it was only natural that he write a song. Once he’d found the recording on his phone, he handed it to Abel along with his earbuds. “Go ahead and listen to it, if you like. It’s just a draft, but I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

The recording, consisting of just piano, was slow, but there was a sort of bounce to it, a soft piece that continued to build and build while never feeling overwhelming. It was calm, but not unhappy.

👞

The shoe clocked straight in the middle of his face, and as his comically slipped from him, landing on the floor, a red welt started to form. His brows were set in a furrow, “why?”

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Platonic fluff meme!

SENTENCE STARTERS

“I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I thought I’d keep you company for a while.” “Do you wanna talk about it or should we just snuggle?” “Listen… I’m here for you.” “Hey, guess who loves you? It’s me!” “I love you more than I love [favourite thing].” “I could hug you all day.” “Nobody fucks with my friends. Except me. But that’s different.” “Hey, I bought you something.” “Hey, I made you something.” “You did this for me? Thankyou!” “You’re my friend, I’m not going to leave you.” “I’m not just here for good days. I’m here for the bad ones, too.” “They don’t like you because they don’t know you like I do.” “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” “You’re my favourite person.” “Have I ever told you how great you are?” “Do you want to do something together? To take your mind off of it?” “Look, even my parents love you. You’re amazing.” “I’m freezing, hold me.”

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corazonacuatico:

[frowns] I guess this is where we have to part ways 

[sighs] I was really getting to know you [idea] Maybe we can hang out again some time 

[nods] Yes, it seems that way.

[small pause] We could. Here -- [he fishes his phone from his pocket] I’ll leave you my number. You can call or text me if you’d like to meet up again.

[whoops there's a bird on your head] Pardon me but I think my little feathered friend has taken a liking to you

Oh my– [well he wasn’t expecting that] I can see that… [he’s kind of trying to look up at said bird but that’s a bit hard]

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corazonacuatico:

[literally has a brain fart] 

Oh um [nervous chuckle] Oh right it’s in the east wing of the campus

Ah, I see. 

My next class is in the performing arts center, not very close to the east end.

[whoops there's a bird on your head] Pardon me but I think my little feathered friend has taken a liking to you

Oh my– [well he wasn’t expecting that] I can see that… [he’s kind of trying to look up at said bird but that’s a bit hard]

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zohardijs:

Ah, well, at least Abel had been goofy enough to get a few chuckles out of him; he hadn’t been able to act like a fool since his sister…

A gentle nod, “good, glad I could get you to laugh. It’s not too hard, in all honesty, I am a joke-”

/Badum tss/.

“Oh, hush now, don’t speak like that,” Roderich huffed, but he still smiled. It was almost strange to see him so relaxed, as he was usually so stiff and proper at all times. A thought seemed to come to him suddenly, and he sat up in his wheelchair.

“Ah, I just remembered--” He began to fish for something in his bag. “There was something I wanted you to hear.” He pulled out his phone and began searching through it. “I wrote a piece recently. We’d been speaking so often, I ended up drawing inspiration from our conversations and your general personality. I figured I ought to let you hear it.”

👞

The shoe clocked straight in the middle of his face, and as his comically slipped from him, landing on the floor, a red welt started to form. His brows were set in a furrow, “why?”

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corazonacuatico:

Sure thing amigo, let’s get going [grabs his keys] Andres, I’ll see you little buddy. [went to open the door for Roderich]

[follows behind him, exiting the dorm]

Where is your next class?

[whoops there's a bird on your head] Pardon me but I think my little feathered friend has taken a liking to you

Oh my– [well he wasn’t expecting that] I can see that… [he’s kind of trying to look up at said bird but that’s a bit hard]

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[unlocks his wheelchair so he can move about] Shall we be on our way, then?

[whoops there's a bird on your head] Pardon me but I think my little feathered friend has taken a liking to you

Oh my– [well he wasn’t expecting that] I can see that… [he’s kind of trying to look up at said bird but that’s a bit hard]

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zohardijs:

Abel bowed a little, “as you say.” At that, Abel let his slight goofiness subside, features settling into a calm that hadn’t been there moments previous.

A pause, “…you’re welcome.” Abel wasn’t too good at showing genuine concern, it was just hard for him to do.

Roderich still had a slight smile, his eyes lit up from the comical situation, an expression he not often wore. Typically he was so focused on his image that he didn’t allow himself moments like these; later he would think back on it and realize he’d felt lighter.

He pushed up his glasses slightly. “Ah, I haven’t laughed that much in some time.”

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The shoe clocked straight in the middle of his face, and as his comically slipped from him, landing on the floor, a red welt started to form. His brows were set in a furrow, “why?”

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Commission #12 for mydeararistocrat: APH Austria in a wheelchair.

Thank you so much for commissioning me! <3

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corazonacuatico:

I know, I just um [guess it’s time to change the subject] [taps the table] Do you think we should head to class? 

Ah-- likely. It’s been some time now, hasn’t it? I wouldn’t want either one of us to be late.

[whoops there's a bird on your head] Pardon me but I think my little feathered friend has taken a liking to you

Oh my– [well he wasn’t expecting that] I can see that… [he’s kind of trying to look up at said bird but that’s a bit hard]

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[chuckles a little at that] I can imagine

[there's a pause] ...You needn't apologize. I don't mean to incite pity. It's such a normal part of my life now, I think little of it. [it's a vague lie, but he does his best to not show it]

[whoops there's a bird on your head] Pardon me but I think my little feathered friend has taken a liking to you

Oh my– [well he wasn’t expecting that] I can see that… [he’s kind of trying to look up at said bird but that’s a bit hard]