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This is really quite random. You'll have to forgive me, I'm actually quite unfamiliar with this fandom (I've seen about eight episodes), but Miki's character was just so endearing to me that I couldn't resist. Inspired rather blatantly by the song Schroeder from the musical "You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown."
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"You know something, Miki?"
I know a lot of things; most definitely more than you, Miki thought exasperatedly as he played, letting his fingers flit across the keys to the pattern of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata and trying his damndest not to let his eyes wander from the piano up to the vapid, eyelash-fluttering, makeup-caked face of his persistent admirer. The high-class harlot was hanging over the Baby Grand like it was some sort of luxury armchair designed specially for her; Miki made a mental note to wipe the thing down before he left the practice room today.
Undiscouraged by the pianist's silence, the girl continued, "I think the way you play the piano... is... nice." She drew out her syllables, no doubt trying to sound seductive and alluring in that way that Touga had perfected to an art form. Miki suppressed a shudder. Why wouldn't she leave? Clearly he was uninterested. But perhaps she was misinterpreting his silence for studiousness and diligence. That had to be it, Miki thought- there was no other possible way she could have missed out on his obvious body language.
"You know something else?" she purred.
Yes, definite miscommunication. Or a very selective interpretation. Miki made it a point to turn his body slightly away from her as he continued the next motion down at the lower end of the keys, hoping she might get the picture and leave him alone.
No such luck. "It's always been my dream," the girl continued, pitching her voice a bit deeper and sounding for all the world like she thought her words were a matter of life of death, "to marry a man who plays the piano."
Miki bent his head lower to the keys in concentration.
"At parties he'd play something nice, like April Showers." Her tone had picked up a dreamy quality to it, abandoning its seriousness to rehash a fantasy she'd clearly thought about in the past. Miki bent his head even lower, until the female nuisance was all but gone from his peripheral vision. Please, please go away.
This time, when met with an eyeful of the nape of his neck, she seemed to notice. Appearing to understand that she was being ignored, she leaned in further and urged, "I'm sure you could play something nice, like April Showers."
Nothing. Miki refused to bat an eyelash, much less raise his head and actually acknowledge the tedious disruption to his normal practice time. The girl was growing frustrated, he could tell.
She sighed huffily, then urged again in a slightly exasperated tone, "Or even Frère Jacques!"
Miki had to hold back a smirk. She was finally getting it. Soon enough she'd be gone, and he could practice again in peace.
Seeming to at last understand that her presence was unwanted, her tone of voice echoed in bitterness as she relented, "...Beethoven's nice, too."
Miki smiled.
She stalked out, muttering vehemently about listening more to her Aunt Miriam's advice, and the slam of the heavy music room door resounded in the background as the final notes of the sonata rang out into the peacefully empty room.
