Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-3991308-20160605104501

Classic Ziggy. Icarus couldn't help but grin when the swan prince swung himself on the couch. The nonchalancy when it came to talking about destined death was something that he missed.

"Rose," Icarus said, addressing the Dead Mother. "Lovely to have you here. Don't worry, Dead Epics is open to everyone." His thoughts briefly rested on the idea of killing someone's child in revenge, but it only lead to thoughts of his own grave and a father who still wouldn't care. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of that consideration. Icarus already considered that idea too much.

Bane was playing his violin right now, and Icarus was almost tempted to harmonise alongside him on piano. But Yankee was looking at him weirdly. Almost pleadingly.

So he walked over. "You alright?" Icarus asked, tilting his head slightly aside.

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Music, and violin music at that? And slightly upbeat music that wasn't the discordant minor keys that Icarus always favoured on pianos?

Bastion Fanfarinet found that uplifting, really. He wasn't sure why, maybe it was the familiarity of a violin or just the companionship of music.

He stood up and moved some chairs. "How much floor space do you do?" he said, looking at Ailbhe.