keepsmehonest | 2nd Tune [action/voice]

[Geordie hasn't been here very long, not when he thinks of it in comparison to Jilly and some of her friends. But every day without his fiddle has felt like a lifetime. Barely a day had gone by before his arrival here that he hadn't had his instrument by his side. It's gotten him through both good times and the bad, especially the bad. So long as he was able to pluck a tune from his old Czech fiddle and lose himself in the music that filled the space around him, taking what he wanted from the notes and chords, he could survive anything.

He had his voice. That was an instrument no one could take from him. But it wasn't the same as his fiddle. His fingers longed to fly over the neck of a fiddle while the bow moved in a furiously fast tempo or glide in a languid slow dance with the fiddle strings. His performance at the wedding had been adequate with a borrowed violin, but Geordie can't help but think it would be better if he had his own familiar instrument. He would have played all of Jilly's favorite tunes during her amnesia, hoping one would've piqued a memory. And every day it was clear skies, he would've been out by that fountain, busking his time away.

It's not being so far from Newford that bothers him. Not even being so far from his brother and his friends. Not the shifts of even the depressing draft system that reminds him all too much of Vietnam and the luck that somehow held for him and Chirsty both. It's that lack of a fiddle - his fiddle - that really felt as if it would slowly drive him mad.

He had taken to haunting the items shop every day since his arrival. And today, for whatever the reason, his search has finally paid off. The case might be missing (much to his disappointment) but at least his fiddle and bow have finally made it here.

For the rest of the day, you can find him by the fountain, playing the fiddle without a care in the world. Eventually, a tune can be heard through the journal.]

I'm taking requests, if anybody has any.

[A few seconds pass in which he plays another quick piece before falling silent. He sets down his fiddle and picks up the journal, regarding it somberly for a moment before asking,] So just how often do these drafts occur, anyway?

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[ Unfortunately Kotomi's brain is finetuned to the part where she doesn't hear it when people call her just 'Kotomi' without saying 'Kotomi-chan'.. which leads to these kind of situations all the time.

These kind of situations being her just.. staring. She's not speaking up, not saying anything, as if he never spoke to her to begin with. She's just staring in the same way she did before, as if she didn't hear him. ]

Kotomi! [He calls again before picking up the fiddle and bow and walking over to the girl. It's not that far a walk anyway, and she seems somewhat distracted. Geordie stops a few feet away and waves again with his free hand.] Good afternoon!

[ At first she still doesn't seem to notice him, even when he's that close. But after a few moments she blinks, and it's like she finally starts to see him - as if she only just now noticed him there.. ]

Ah.. good afternoon. [ a small, polite bow. ] I was just listening to the music.

[Chuckling in amusement, he returns the bow. It's an attempt to be polite and friendly, not mocking in the least.]

I hope you enjoyed it.

I did. It was very pretty.. [ at that - the thought of the music, apparently - the smile reappears on her face contently. ]

You're good at playing it.

[Smiles are infectious, aren't they? Especially when compliments are involved. He grins back.]

Thanks. Didn't you say that you played, too, Kotomi?

[ D'OH. There her mind goes again, blocking that out since it's just 'Kotomi'.. so she's just staring off into space once more, as if he didn't even ask anything. ]

Kotomi?

[ Just.. more staring..

But see, the strange thing is that she doesn't even walk away during the silence, she just keeps standing there and staring. ]

[It's strange. Really strange. But Geordie is, thankfully, a little bit persistent. And a very lot concerned.]

Hello?

[ Ah, now she finally seems to snap back. She even smiles a little, as if nothing just happened. ]

Ah, Geordie-kun. Hello.

[He blinks, confused. He can't figure out why she's suddenly responding now.]

Did you hear me earlier?

Earlier? [ she blinks and tilts her head a little, as if she's thinking. ]

... When you were playing the violin?

No. After that. When I said your name.

You said my name..?

[ She blinks, and it does sound genuinely curious. As if she really never heard it. ]

Yes. [He frowns a little, starting to feel more concerned than confused.] Kotomi, right?

[ It probably is a little concerning, yes.. especially the way her stare just turns completely blank the moment he says it like that, as if once again she doesn't even hear him. ]

[Extremely concerning.]

...hello?

[ It takes a few moments, but then she finally seems to snap out of it and smile again as if nothing happened. ]

Hi, Geordie-kun.

[Maybe he should call a doctor. Memory lapses like this can't be good.

His eyes narrow, studying her closely.]

Do you recall the last few seconds?

Of course I do. I was talking with Geordie-kun just now.. [ no, after that, Kotomi!! ]

Yes. [That much is true. But he still says his words slowly, studying her closely. Curious, he adds in:] And then I said your name. Do you remember that?

.. Geordie-kun did? [ she blinks in a way that makes it obvious she really doesn't know. ]

I never heard it..

[And that's what worries him. He's said it a few times now. And every time... huh. Every time, it's a reaction like this.

Curious and almost testing,] What does the kun at the end of my name stand for?

Ah, that's since we're friends, right? [ She even smiles a little at that. ]

Geordie-kun is Geordie-kun since we're friends. Just like I'm Kotomi-chan to Geordie-kun.

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