The Last Voyages: IC Inbox

[worthallthis]

There is no voice message here. Better hope you got the right box.

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[cactusy]

You're pretty good. I... think; I don't know anything about music.

[worthallthis]

My warden suggested it, ages ago. Well. She suggested the guitar, but metal fingers don't work so well for that. I honestly thought she was crazy until I tried it.

I've been practicing for almost a decade now. So I know I've at least got these songs down.

[He starts up another quieter piece, she might even recognize this one if she's a 70s fan.]

[cactusy]

[It does sound vaguely familiar, and she lets him play in silence for a while. When he winds down that piece, though--]

I should go. Let you sleep.

[worthallthis]

You know the piano's in the art gazebo, and not my cabin, right?

[He sounds amused.]

I didn't get up and come all the way up here just while we were talking.

But I think I can sleep now, anyway. I got some good playing in. Some good conversation.

[cactusy]

Yeah. Me, too.

[Maybe.]

Night.