Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-3991308-20160523033335

Hm, so the messages wasn't for naught and Icarus had the company he wanted. Looking across at the room through the reflection on the piano, he noted a few familiar faces and a few he didn't recognise.

A smirk crossed his face at the ruckus the pasty guy with curly long hair was trying to make. "Your compliment's accepted and your obvious statement acknowledged," he said, without once turning around. Icarus had to admit, the other guy's sudden burst of laughter was a tad amusing. Perhaps this run of Dead Epics wouldn't be so... depressing.

Icarus saw a certain nightingale approaching, slowly lifting his hands off the keys and onto the sides of the seat. With a smile, he spun around to face her. "Rosemonde," he addressed. "Hello."

He would have said something more, if someone behind him hadn't asked a more pertinent question.

"Where's whats-their-name? Valerian." "Ah, Yankee!" Icarus said, now sitting with the piano at his back. "Wonderful to see you as always. Honestly? I have no idea. Probably busy. You do know they're living the uni student life now, right?"