I'd Chime In;; [June][closed]

[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

Thin hands splashed around the piano keys elegantly, traces of 'The Entertainer' floating in the air.

His chest pumped air in and out of his lungs, trying to keep up with the speed at which his hands produced fanciful music, a smile pouring onto his elegant and boyish face.

Every so often his large hazel eyes would close in bliss and a wider smile would form on his face. Yes, this was indeed his happy place. Surrounded with music and peacefulness.

Although company would have been grand for the boy. He was wearing nothing more than a white dress shirt underneath a black suit jacket, tie on the floor from when he wanted to 'loosen his collar', black slacks falling to his shoes, polished black dress shoes.

After he stopped, he looked around to see if anyone was present.

No one?

[Bob The Unnamed]

He sat not in any type of seat, on the ground.
Hand had reached out for the boys tie, and now began to play with it, moving the soft silk between his fingers.
A soft sweet smile setting across his lips. Head tilted to the side he brushed the tie across his face.
Once noticed the music stopped he blushed gently, pink red coloring running from his cheeks down his slim cheek bones to his neck, warming with the tiny secret he held of his blush.
Heart beating slightly fast her smiled that the boy.
At frist he was shy by nature, not exactly. But he was shy at the moment.
He himself was dressed in a black polo, under a pink polo. Both collars popped. Tacky plastic bangles covered his arms, and beads entangled his neck.
He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came to mind. So slowly he closed his mouth and replaced the tie to it's palce on the ground, a small chuckle as he glanced up at the boy.
"The music. It was lovey."

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[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

He looked towards the other male slowly, raising a brow at the sight, he then finally chuckled and gave a wave of his hand as if to say 'It's okay', noticing the blush on him, then looking back to the keys on the piano.
Standing, he began pulling off his suit jacket to become more comfortable, two buttons on the top being unbuttoned slowly, sleeves being rolled up and collar once again being loosened.
Then he once again took his seat, beginning to play different tunes that came to his mind. Anything, actually, that he could think of.
"Thanks." he said simply while stroking the piano keys, one may have not thought he had been the one saying it unless he had been caught looking to Bobby subtley, not wanting to be caught 'checking him out' as so many teenagers put it, eyes squinted.

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[Bob The Unnamed]

Bobby leaned back, shifting his hands behind him. Leaned his weight on his hands. The ground smooth under his hands. His eyes lazily closed until he heard the sound of fabric moving and being crunched up.
Suddenly awake his head shot up, warm eyes looking around for the creator of this noise.
No one.
Wait, the boy who he sat so close to him, who's fingers danced over the pale ivory keys of the piano. Bobby did not blush, nor look away but watched him in an almost content manner. He went from leaning back on his hands to elbows placed on his knees. Seeing as he was sitting cross legged this was a position taken mostly by young children, though it looked almost natural for him.
No rolled his head to the right, placing it's weight on his right hand. With the free left hand he played with a shoe string. This particular shoe sting was white(now a tanish color from dirt) and covered in different colored stars. One of his favorite.
Blinking slowly he watched this boy in all his artistic grace. Bobby's eyes watched his body fill with the music, he watched his hands seem to dance across the keys. He noticed the small things, the way his body worked with the music. Eyes dancing with a strange light over the boy.
That was the artistic way.
While I explain this all to you all Bobby was thinking was
Gee, God he's a hottie.

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[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

He sighed loudly then slammed his hands against the keys forcefully, creating an undesirable sound to most people's ears before standing up. Not doing much to his small height. No, most would think he was nothing more than a child.

Sighing deeply, his full lips parted only slightly and looked back to Bobby before he once again spoke, "What brings you here?" he questioned, walking over to grab his tie and begin to put it on in a graceful manner. The only thing the boy knew. Were manners and gracefulness. He never had time for fun or happiness.

Some would almost say he was a robot that never showed emotions.

Which wasn't exactly true. They just hadn't taken the time to get to know him.

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[Bob The Unnamed]

Bobby chuckled at the noise of the other's fist hitting the keys. He did whince of grimace at thestrangly thrown together cord. No-- music was life, life was music. You get used to these things after awhile.
As he stood so did Bobby. He was a lean tall youth, towering over the boy. His eye leve around six feet he twisted one long arm around his back grabbing his other arm. Bobby could never seem to sit still, he always had the need to move, to be going somewhere to be getting something. Taking a step back he turned, spinning on his toes. Once fnished in his spin, he shook his head, brushing his red bangs away from his face. Long fingered hand went to his head, running though his hair he looked at the boy. Not doing the normal thing of human beings. The normal was to look at someone till they looked at you, then you looked away quickly. No Bobby watched the other boy, in an attempt to caught his eye.
His voice came softly and sweetly in reply to the question.
"Tell me your secret and I'll tell you mine."
Bobby was one to talk in riddles, never saying what he meant always dancing around the real answer. He, unlike what you have said of this boy, was one for fun and games; grace yes, but manners were a downfall of him. That was the way he thought-- he saw no reason to stop his questions for someone thought he was prying, nor did he see reason for much anything else. Well table manners, because that was his way. But most other things under the manners name were throw to the wind, landing where they may.

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[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

He paused, picking up the suit jacket and tossing it over his small shoulder, blinking as he studied the other boy and chuckled.
"Why would I tell you mine? I'm supposed to keep the other guessing--I don't want to be predictable." he said, starting to walk towards the exit, looking back to Bobby only for a moment, as if to ask if he were following.
"You'll just have to pry my secret from me." he whispered quietly, knowing it was cold outside and that he should put his jacket on. But he didn't. His dress shirt was thin but it didn't seem to bother him as he opened the door to the winter wind nipping at his small and thin fingers.

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[Bob The Unnamed]

Bobby chuckled softly. Then in his long strides covered the groud between them. A small smile, more of a smirk graced his thin lips.
This was his reply to the boy's wordless question he stepped in besided him. Looking down to watch him, then looking back up, towards the doors. Leaning back he grabbed a black hoody from where he had placed it on first walking in this place. Pulling the oversized thing over his head hepulled himself through. Once finished in this job of putting his huge hoodie on he flipped the hood over his head, and brushed his bangs from his face again.
He by habit bit at a nail which happened to be painted black. The rest were a range of colors from see-though sparkly green to -- well black.
Now one could notice that something was wirtten on his fingers. You know like when you were little and you would write THIS on your fingers, each finger a different letter. Then you'd sing that little thing...
This is Bob
Bob says hi
This is Bob when a
Car goes by
SPLAT!

But this was not written on his fingers. His left hand held I, O, E, and O. His right L, V, Y, and U. When interlocking both hands it (like magic) spelled ::
I
L
O
V
E
Y
O
U
"My name's Bobby.
Bobby V. Hently."

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[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

He raised a brow, looking at the other quietly and then to his hands and curiously bit his lip, trying to figure out the 'puzzle'. Curiously, he grabbed Bobby's hand and rested it in his own. No. Not in one of those 'I want you' ways. But just to attempt to figure it out. He was a curious man.

"June Latterbey. I was never graced with a middle name. Or anything special. I was named after a woman." he said quietly, letting Bobby's hand go and grabbing the other to look at, then looking up at him, he finally asked, "What does it say?" he had the look of an eager schoolchild, ready to learn something.

Something he normally like doing; learning.

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[Bob The Unnamed]

Bobby smiled. "That a pretty name. It fits you."
After this he allowed the boy, June, to try and find out what his fingers said. He only giggled at the look on his childish face. Bending his head to look at his own hand. The one that was not held by June, he mummbled these three words with a slight sense of amusment and such.
"It's a secret."
And I bet you were getting excited. You thought Bobby was really going to tell June what his fingers said.
You were getting ready to type up a post about how June was confused by what he said.
"I don't know you! This is to soon for love."
You were ready to make all that happen.
I assure you, Bobby does not say those OTHER three little words out loud unless they are meant.

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[Arietta&&June&&Alexander]

June pouted, then sighed, confused.
Yes, June became annoyed when he was confused because it confused him further to confuse him.
Did that make any sense?
Of course not.

"Well, then." he said, shivering and finally pulling on his heavy suit jacket, looking to Bobby, "Then. Where shall we go?" hopefully nowhere social with lots of people.
He sighed, then pulled his jacket around himself more tightly, stepping out, then burying his boyish face in the jacket to keep himself warm, nose already becoming red the instant the wind hit it.

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[Bob The Unnamed]

Bobby grinned, thoughts flying around in his head.
"Alright lets."
He followed the boy out. Pulling his sweatshirt around him he hissed agaisnt the cold.
God, god, god, god.
Where to?
He did not know, opening his eyes against the wind, his warm eyes followed after June. A smirk setting on his lips.

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