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Life has a habit of establishing structure for all of it’s disciples. Establishing stability and habits for all, only to just as easily topple down that stability on a whim. This has been a known fact throughout all of history. There is no escaping of life’s games, of its miracles and torments.

Perhaps that is why I wasn’t that surprised when I found myself adapting my schedule to fit that of a…artist whim, so to speak.

Usually my day consists of me waking up to the sound of my little siblings and mother all interacting around the house. Mother doing her chores and getting ready for the day, while my siblings played around with each other. They were loud, yes, but it was a wonderful way to wake up. I can only wonder how difficult it would be to greet the morning sun if I did not hear my brothers and sister having a heated discussion about pigeons or something of the sort.

After getting dressed, having my breakfast and saying good morning to my family, I would pack my lunch and necessities and head out to my job at the nearby hospital. Although my father works in a very high position and thus could afford all of us a comfortable place in a decent part of the city, that doesn’t mean that all the shadows are gone.

I can safely say from my time working at the hospital that there have been multiple cases of violence and other, various illegal activities. Which is saddening since my work mostly surrounds the little ones living in this city. However I keep my spirits up anyhow since it seems to put the patients at ease.

What also puts a smile on their faces is when I give them one of my knitted projects. I suppose that is one of the reasons why I took up the hobby. It’s nice to see people smile. So on my breaks or when I am waiting for the bus to pick me up from work. Currently, because of the changing of seasons and the drop of temperature, I decided to knit as many scarfs and hats as I can.

And it was when I took my siblings to a nearby park and decided to start a new scarf, that I heard it…

It was soft and light due to distance, but thanks to how close together the buildings where it echoed against brick and trees. It has me lowering my needles and looking around as my three little siblings play without a care in the world.

The melody was sweet like honey, yet also warm. Which sparks a bit of curiosity of how the tune of a song can be warm? It was a string instrument. Perhaps a violin? I could be mistaken so I can’t be sure with how distant the music is.

It was much like a summer breeze that carried the faintest whiff of fresh bread upon it. Enough to make one crave the taste, yet so far away that one cannot satisfy their hunger. It started this itch in the back of my mind.

An itch that stayed with me even as I packed up and took me and my siblings back home. It stayed with me the following day as the ghost of the melody harmonized with me as I hummed and worked. And it was that strong itch that caused me to change my route back home.

It was healthier anyway to walk to and fro. It strengthens the muscles and mind…That is what I kept telling myself at least when I finally found the source of such heavenly chords. I look up at the tall building, looking into the lit windows, thankful for the shadows the setting sun offered for it helped me pinpoint who was awake and creating such wonderous art.

And thank heaven I find the being. A robotic being with the characteristic likeness of the sun, and the style of one of the male leads in some of father’s favorite black and white films. In his hands was a violin (I was correct in my original assumption) and he played it like he was born with such an instrument and has been playing it since that day.

It was absolutely incredible and I was thankful that he was so focused on his craft that he hasn’t noticed that I was…quite…creepily staring into his room…

Oh…

I look around and find a bench and an idea comes to mind!

I sit down and place my knitting bag on top of my lap. I let my eyes wander around my surroundings while my ears were free to continue to listen that magnificent melody. And it is in that “taking in my surroundings” that I find that my bus picks up at this spot, so I can wait for it and buy my time.

But I couldn’t just sit and do nothing for so long. I dig my needles out of my bag and pick to use a dark red yarn that I have not used yet. Another idea comes to mind and I risk another look up at the handsome animatronic playing his instrument.

It is such a shame he has to play with an open window in this weather. Even I have to wear my gloves while knitting, although they make it difficult to precisely control my needles in my hands. And I know that animatronics have a different makeup compared to us humans. So the cold might not be as huge as a bother as it is to the rest of us…

But still it…wouldn’t hurt to be careful!

And…

…red would really suit him.

***

Weeks had passed since that day and I have been working diligently ever since. Whenever I could, I would go to that bench right outside the musician’s building to listen in while I worked. And now the day has come…

In my arms I hold a thick envelope, filled almost to the brim with the dark red scarf. I did as best as I could with the cables, trying to make it look more elegant than the person who made it…It was the probably one of my best works!

…but it would probably been less of a hassle if I bought it at a store. I mean, what if he doesn’t even like it? What if he throws it out…

The though has me tightly hugging the envelope to my chest as I ride the fancy elevator up floors. Shaking my head to help ward off my anxiety, I take in a deep breath and smile.

“If he likes it, he likes it! If he doesn’t it, at least you tried!” I encourage myself.

‘I hope it keep shim warm…’  Is my thought right after I arrive at my desired floor.

I swallow my nerves and march down the hall.

I find the door easily and I set the package down right onto the doormat. I don’t dare knock. It was already strange enough that I knew what apartment he lived in. It would be weird if he saw me and I randomly gave him a suspicious looking envelope (not that suspicious looking since me and my little sister decorated it with various doodles and such).

“Well…” I get to my feet and tug my knitting bag back up my arm. Clutching the straps tightly as my eyes linger on the wood of the door. Behind this door…was the person who has brought such color and warmth into my life with something as small as his music.

“Thank you…so much.” I whisper with a soft smile on my lips before turning around and heading back to the elevator. I enter the box and press my desired floor. I look out at the hallway again as the gate closes.

“Stay warm…” I let my voice travel down the hallway for the quick second before I am taken down to the main floor.

I don’t hear a door open or the sound of someone asking “who is there?”.

***

Moon sets his papers down with a sigh. The courtroom was slowly getting to its feet. That blasted lawyer was out today so he and his brother were working against a nobody today. This case was going to be a very quick and easy one to close.

If his forsaken brother would show up on time! Moon eyes the room and his frown deepens the longer his eyes linger.

“Where the f—,”

The doors open and in walks the older, solar twin with a pep in his step and a bright smile decorating his features. Moon raises a brow at his twin’s behavior as Sun skips over to their table and sets down his briefcase.

“Gooooooood morning brother!” Sun greets while pulling off his gloves. “All set?”

“What’s gotten into you today?” Moon plops down in his chair and crosses his arms as he watches his brother shed his coat.

“Notice anything different about me today?” Sun gestures to his form, even spinning to let Moon get a full look.

All his brother does is shrug and hold his cheek in his hand, “New coat of paint?”

Sun gasps and places a hand on his chest in a dramatic matter, “You mean you don’t even notice it?”

“Notice what?” Moon sighs, “Sun we really need to get to work—,”

A fuzzy red thing is shoved into his face which has Moon sputtering and pushing the thing off him.

Sun grins and lets out a small giggle. He holds up what seems to be a scarf like one would a treasured cat. “It’s this! Isn’t it wonderful?”

“So you stopped by the store on the way here?” Moon raises a brow while dusting off some lint that fell on him when Sun assaulted him with the long, fuzzy object.

“I did not!” Sun beams and looks down at the scarf while feeling the somewhat sloppy cable pattern. “Someone left me this in a very unusual package. Inside there was a small card that just said ‘thank you’! Isn’t that wonderful—?”

“And strange.” Moon points out, tilting his head, “Think our lawyer left it for you—,”

“Oh no! The handwriting doesn’t match!”

“And you know this how?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers too, Moonpie~.” Sun sings, plopping down in his own chair with a giggle. Still holding the scarf in his hands and admiring the pattern for a bit longer. “…I did wish I knew who this was from.”

“I guess a case to work on your own time.” Moon chides, handing Sun some papers. “Look at these will you?”

“Oh alright.” Sun concedes gets to work. But that doesn’t mean he stops his mind from putting together pieces of his little gift giver.