[Oh boy...] Yeah, I'd say so. If they keep having blow-ups during meetings or their relationship worsens, we can talk to them. But students can't really grow if we smooth over every bump in the road for them, you know?
[It's one of the reasons Elliot elected to stay out of all of this, for the most part. It seemed like Lutha knew what he needed to do, and so it was up to him to do it]
Had a feeling you'd say something like that. [He'll kiss Rean on the cheek affectionally. Heck yeah cuddles] Wanna take it easy tonight?
[Rean lets out another heavy sigh at that, but it does seem like he's accepted Elliot's logic.]
Yeah, that's true. It's not like Instructor Sara ever really put in any legwork into smoothing things out for us, that was basically all on us.
[Rean has successfully been talked out of helicopter parenting— err, teaching! Victory! And with that little kiss, he finds himself smiling again.]
Mmhm. That's what I was planning. ...And I had really been hoping you'd be here when I got in, because I was really hoping to just take it easy with you.
[Why lie to his boyfriend when he knows it's something Elliot will likely enjoy hearing?]
[Well...that was probably less good teaching method, and more because Sara's personal relationships were a trainwreck and her trying to help them would've ended in disaster but-- sure rean! We'll go with that!]
Haha, y-yeah! Exactly! They'll find their own way to manage, I'm sure.
[Just be thankful that Rean got talked out of that plan. And yes he does enjoy hearing that, giving a fond smile]
Is that so? Well, you know I'd never mind that. [Especially when he's getting the vibe that these conversations drained Rean more than he's immediately letting on] Anything you want, I'm here for you. Okay?
Harpsichord, yeah. My, uh -- [shit] Someone I knew as a kid used to own one, but it was too tinny sounding for me. Hard to draw out emotion from it.
If you like that piano of yours, I imagine its a little easier to play around with and not sound like silverware trying to escape a cabinet in the process. [It's a quip that's brimming with some dry sort of nostalgia. He hasn't touched a harpsichord in over a decade, after all, but the sound was hard to forget, especially of one being played wrong.]
Haha, you're not wrong about that! The Harpischord isn't the, uh, easiest instrument to love. [Elliot loves all instruments but....yeah. He gets it.]
In my world, the piano more or less replaced the harpischord a couple centuries ago because of that. [Actually--] Actually, I think I have a recording of my sister playing one, if you're interested.
Either way, he's not getting up from what he's doing just yet, letting out a breath of relief as he wrangles the brace off his leg and sets it onto the floor.]
[He'll dig into one of his belt satchels and pull out his ARCUS -- which basically looks like a massive flip phone with magic gems inside. He hits a few buttons, makes sure the volume is nice and loud, and then starts playing this song.
He'll let the song speak for itself, letting it play out so Lutha can hear it. ]
He stares on with a look of heavy suspicion at first as Elliot pulls a huge glowing slab of metal out of nowhere. But once the sound starts up and fills the room, the redhead's confusion softens, the teapot he's picked up staying still and unused against his leg as he settles his weight back down and listens.
The sound is a lot more mellow than he remembers, the hammer of the strings much softer... but with a control of volume, an ebb and flow, like both hands might chase one another across the keys like rabbits in a field, a bright and energetic sort of piece with a small sort of triumph to its emphasis. There's feeling, and well played at that.]
...It ...sounds better. [NO SHIT it sounds better. But it's the only words he can manage from a dry throat at first, too busy listening to the piece as it starts to dwindle to an end.]
..How.... the hell do you keep the sound with you like that?
[He watches Lutha go through the roller coaster of reactions that is hearing a sound recording for the first time as well as the piano. He's smiling for sure.]
Hehe, much better right? Pianos have an incredible amount of range. They're one of the most popular instruments for a reason!
[But oh right, the tech]
It's a sound recording. My friend Alisa could explain the technology better, but basically you can capture a recording of a sound, so you can replay it as many times as you want.
[Rean seems to have forgotten exactly how awful of an instructor Sara could be, now that he's an instructor himself.
But, regardless, moving on from that. He hums a little, thoughtfully, as he nuzzles in against Elliot a bit.]
Hm... well, what I want most is dinner, and then... to just lay down with you, I think. Hold you like this for a while.
[Elliot's reading the vibe correctly. Not that Rean is doing a great job of hiding anything, of course, because he even sounds tired. But despite that, there's still a warmth and a fondness to his voice when he talks about just cuddling with Elliot.
He can't help but be grateful, that he's allowed to just have this sort of thing.]
[You know what, whatever copium helps him with being a teacher. It's fine.
Rean really was being affectionate tonight. Not that he wasn't usually, Rean took almost every opportunity to show his love. But even Elliot has to notice that this is more intense than usual.]
Haha...then you can hold me all night long.
[...His ARCUS buzzes, his timer for the food going off]
-- Right after I stop our dinner from burning.
[Gently he'll pull away to do just that. Sorry Rean. Hard to cuddle and cook at the same time]
[It's all right, Rean knew this was bound to happen. Once the ARCUS starts buzzing, he immediately loosens his grip and steps back, letting Elliot get back to work.]
All right, I guess I can let you do that.
[While Elliot's doing that, though, he'll make himself useful by getting out some plates and silverware. They'll surely be necessary sooner rather than later!
Also, cutting out these couple of seconds here gives him a couple more seconds of cuddling later. Smart.]
[He says in a clearly teasing manner. Now free from Rean's grip, he'll go to finish up the Hayashi rice. A bit of stirring, adding last minute spices, and taking it off the heat.
Soon enough, thanks to Rean's big brain move of setting the plates, it's easy enough for him to bring the pots over and start dishing out the servings for the two of them. Sure enough, Rean managed to shave a few seconds off. ]
Capturing a sound... [Sounds like bull! But it still just happened, so he just kind of lets out a confused sort of exhaled.] Aaaa, I can't say I get it, so it's probably something the Fer would like to take apart and remake into something else.
[His chin plops into his hand as he looks back over the device, his eyes softening.]
It's... warmer, than I thought it would be. The sound of it.
Since you're the one cooking, I'm sure it'll be great.
[He's flattering Elliot with that, of course, but it's equal parts that and self-deprecation.
To be fair, with something like this, he'd probably do pretty well. But he knows who the more skilled cook is between the two of them.
Rean's been getting out utensils while Elliot's been dishing out food, so once Elliot's done, he scoops up the plates as well and takes them over to the table so he can set everything out for the two of them.]
Hehe, thanks. But I'm sure you'd make it just as well! Your cooking is pretty good when it's something you're passionate about.
[In other words, when it's weeb food.
He smiles as Rean sets the table. Knowing Rean will be set to do all this busywork with setting the table, he'll go sit down and wait for Rean to finish up and join him]
Haha, that seems to be a common response with engineer-minded types. [Take apart, see how it works] It's pretty useful, really. You get to hear all types of music with recordings.
[Being in a world where he couldn't listen to the radio each night has been rough man. Just rough]
Mm, it's a pretty warm sound! Much fuller yet gentler than a harpsichord. [It's easy to see why pianos replaced them] My sister's really talented at piano too, so she's very good at drawing out it's full potential.
Yeah. Gets kind of easy to tell, if you know what to listen for. The good ones stand out.
[Which reminds him: Elliot made a call out on that same thing WITHOUT that information, as far as Lutha knows, and it still feels weird to think about...]
Kind of gutsy of you to claim it in front of everyone when said person's missing a hand, you know.
[He is damn lucky no one got nosey.
He just lets out a breath through his nose, rolling over onto his knees to start the bare minimum of a fire and scoop water into the teapot nearby, one that oddly matches how his Adeptus pot looks. Just gonna get that going before he gets distracted...]
You must think how I acted out in Mondstadt was pretty childish, then.
There are instruments that only need one hand to play, you know. Not to mention singing...
[Which requires no hands!! Though he doesn't see Lutha singing anytime soon with how self-conscious he is.
The mention of Mondstadt brings him back. Ah right...]
...Haha, a little. But I was pretty used to it. Musician...it's not exactly considered the most respectable profession for an Erebonian man. Especially when you're the son of a general.
I don't sing anymore. [It's muttered, though he nearly drops the teapot trying to hook it over the fire realizing he said "anymore", quickly backpedaling with a broad gesture to the zither on the table.]
Why do you think I bothered to pick that thing up? I wasn't about to waste my time on something I didn't think I could use anymore. It's not like I like to torture myself by looking at the thing.
[So what if he hasn't really found a way to make his left arm useful enough............... maybe he'll keep trying when people stop perceiving him! ///
The topic dips into Elliot's father, though, and Lutha goes quiet. He remembers that memory, of being out as a refugee, of not being with a parent but with other kids, of being frightened and low on food. Was that an act of this general, or something that led to the position? The displeasure sits heavy in his gut.]
Mn. Family with power like that get shitty expectations on your shoulders when you're part of the bloodline. Or... something like that.
Respectable shit shouldn't matter. At least you're happy. Right?
So you did used to sing? [INTRIGUING.] Haha, fair enough. I am thinking of how you can play this with one hand....it's an interesting challenge.
[Even while they're conversing, he's running it through his mind. Such is his way]
Yeah, something like that. We're not nobility so it's not like I had as much pressure as Rean or our friend Jusis to uphold the family duty, but... [Well. It was there]
Mm. I am happy. Naysayers don't really get to me anymore.
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