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[Laurel Booth]

*makes laurel paste together songs now* Third paragraph crap is from thissun. XD;
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“And remember how you fund the key to his hide out in the Pyrenees, but you wanted to keep his secret safe… so you threw the key away,” he sang on, oblivious to the fact that by now he had drawn in a listener. His voice went quiet nonetheless, simply playing on with the focus and the study of someone who should have been playing in front of a crowd at an orchestra with an instrument that was meant to be played there. Regardless of that fact, he hummed through the next part of the verse that he couldn't recall on the spot, meandering around in the building.



It wasn't until he turned around to spy out the pigeons from before that he noticed the boy; a look of surprise on his face soon faded to a warm smile. He twisted the song he had been singing around to something else without a pause, olive-tinted eyes not leaving the boy watching from his precarious position in the rafters.



“Your arms full of lullabies, orchids, and wine; your memories wrapped within paper and twine, while the room that you lie in is dusty and hard. Sleeping soft babies on piles of yards of gingham, taffeta, cotton an’ silk… your dry hungry mouths cry for your mother's milk.” At that point, he stopped playing for the time being. “You should come down from there before you fall, or at least before the pigeons think you're theirs.”

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