[ It takes a while for Minato to get used to being in Club Sunshine. The people here have their various skills— some are smooth talkers, others are physically impressive, there are people like Elliot who have undeniable talent in what they do- and then there's Minato, doing more watching than anything else, as if trying to live through everything vicariously.
Sometimes watching isn't enough, though.
For whatever reason, Elliot's stepped out-- a bathroom break, or maybe he had to answer a phone call-- but wherever he is, somewhere further inside, there's that faint and tentative, but distinctive, plinking of piano keys... and then a bold glissando from one end of the keyboard all the way to the other. ]
March or April, whenever convenient!; action
Sometimes watching isn't enough, though.
For whatever reason, Elliot's stepped out-- a bathroom break, or maybe he had to answer a phone call-- but wherever he is, somewhere further inside, there's that faint and tentative, but distinctive, plinking of piano keys... and then a bold glissando from one end of the keyboard all the way to the other. ]