[littl3chocobo]

he listened as he ate to the pale melonchly notes, after a few bites he brushed his hand on his pants and reached over stoppering the keys of the instrament 'no' he said still not looking at the other, he turned with his eyes still averted he took the flute, mimicing the hand movements of the other he showed how the other played then halting he moved a single finger up and fingered it again. he repeated the action twice then handed it back. 'try it that way, you are doing it incorrectly' mizuki did as he was told albeit sceptically. the tune he drew forth had a honeyed air it did not posses in a lover note, he felt it sooth him, luka sighed in relief and even the tree seemed pleased by the change. the boy went back to his food then and continued as if nothing had happened