One man’s throwaway joke is another man’s overly dramatic headcanon. I like to think he could actually play piano, but his ability degraded with the world around him. Funny game
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a: you know, I did actually know how to play the piano before. it wasn’t something I wanted to do. just something else my parents forced on me.
k: I bet you were amazing!
a: I know you’re only saying that because you’re deep in self delusion, but I was. I began to actually enjoy myself, and kept up the habit. Probably the only good thing I learned from my parents. Yeah. Losing that to this wretched town hurt. …I think. Frankly I don’t remember or care anymore.
k: would you wanna try relearn now we’re out? Y’know, now that you can actually keep things going for more than a week.
I drew a *very* quick doodle of a moment from Pizza Game that absolutely melted my heart, which is impressive considering Pizza Game is such an incomprehensible, chaotic contraption that I could only play it in hour-long bursts before having very genuine episodes of sensory overload