“You’re quite good.”

Haruka lifted her chin slightly to indicate the violin in the girl’s hands. She was confident in her ability to gauge talent — after all, she played well herself, and she knew one of the most gifted young violinists in Japan.

Mito’s face was beginning to heat up with embarrassment, but embraced the loving interaction. Well, she cannot fight her maternal instincts– she must hug this random stranger. She must. She must! SHE MUST.

“I must!” The lady sounded like a complete nut bag, but she treats everyone as her baby with neither and’s, if’s, nor but’s. There was no denying any form of affection to any stranger. Her nose scrunched up as her arms tighten around the female and pulled her into a loving grasp. “I must! I must!” The motherly figure of many didn't even answer the main question at hand- why? “Uhm… What’s your name dear?” The woman’s entire tone changed without ever releasing her grip on the other; she did not know her own strength to be grasping another individual in such a manner.

Now she asks for a name.

Happy Birthday Alyx! ― violiniisms

18. Practicing pick up lines

Telling a bad pun