flute melodies.

How unfortunate. Poor thing. }

It’s no problem.

✘ { It would strange to confide in a stranger, yes, but it wasn’t the weirdest thing. It would be somewhat easier than having somebody close to you, who you may have little boundaries with, know all of your deepest and darkest secrets. He had no doubt in his mind she was probably conflicted after what had happened, and that meant more mental cracks to pick at and learn about. 

Robert watches her hand raise to skim her throat, and his grin widens just a bit more. }

Why not? If it’s something important, than I can understand why you’d rather not let others hear. 

✘ { He makes sure his look is as warm as he can muster as he meets her gaze, shifting his cup to his other hand so he has one free. }

It’s alright. It doesn’t bother me.

✘ { The blond steps around her to the door, opening it and taking a step inside before turning and stepping back so there’s enough room for her to get by into the cozy interior. }

          "Though I truly am sorry for coming to talk like this," A pause before she leans her back against the door. "It just..bothers me how everything happened." And he would know, he was there when it all took place. He saw when the chains came for her any many others, how they wrapped around their necks and dragged them off to be executed. It was terrible and enough to leave her fearful of what would happen next. "Don't you think it was..cruel?" 

Apparently he had been quite wrong in those regards…at least, around here. That would only explain why classmates he’d seen get dragged away by the neck off to their deaths were up and about once again. Not all of them, but enough to convince him that he wasn’t suffering from something. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t somewhat fascinated by the circumstances…. 

A couple new books tucked under his arm and a steaming cup of tea in the other hand, the first thing Robert did once his cabin came into his line of sight was pause and allow a feeling of curious amusement to grab hold. He hadn’t been expecting to see anyone hanging around his housing, and especially not someone as familiar in the way the girl in front of his door was. Was she waiting for him? Perhaps not, but there would be only one way to find out. So he moves once again, shortening the distance with light steps until he’s right behind her, just as she turned around and let out a frightened noise upon seeing him. The smile on his face didn’t waver one bit, listening intently as she began to speak unsteadily. }

That’s right. And you’re Deuce, am I right?

I’m sorry for frightening you.

✘ { After a short moment following the apology, he speaks once again. }

        He hadn't been her first option to confide in, but with someone who she considered family having betrayed her, she has no one to trust. Not even her roommates. Would it seem strange of her to ask something like this of him, she's mulling it over in her head quite a bit before she decides to answer. "Well," she starts, bringing a hand up to her neck where the chains had once been. Those horrible chains that dragged her and so many others away into the darkness where an execution awaited them. "...Do you mind if we go inside to talk?" her eyes shift to his own for a split second before moving to the ground once again. "I don't think this would be okay...for us to talk in public." 

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Victory:

Defeat:

　　Could it be… is she nervous? What a shame… he’ll do nothing to ease her nerves with his next move, if that’s the case. He takes her hand like any gentleman would, but instead of shaking it, he lifts it, leans in, and places a soft kiss against her cold skin.

　　"Freut mich, Sie kennenzulernen."

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　"Objection!"

　　”Ach, my music is not meant to be played quietly. I am a rock star, fräulein—it is in my nature to be loud.” Bold? Or simply obnoxious? An argument could be made for both in this case.

　　”It’s a little quiet around here, ja?