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Who: Helen Magnus & Pino (+ open to Nana & Raul Creed)
When: January 21
Where: Raul Creed's apartment
Summary: Bonding and art
Warnings: Cuteness

Helen had been up for several hours. Actually she hadn't slept, a fact that no longer bothered her as much as it used to. The spare room that had been given to her was as yet untouched, the couch holding her for now (it was far easier than moving to the other room). She'd been slowly sketching in that time, something that Helen had started after the snow globes had appeared. It was something personal, something important to her given that she had nothing from home - she didn't need it for the memories but to be able to look at something? Or to show someone it if need be? That was what she wanted.

Helen checked her cup of tea, taking a sip from it (it was starting to cool). She'd been working on a sketch of the Sanctuary, an arial view of it. Helen wasn't quite certain what she wanted with it, or what really she was doing but drawing this? It was relaxing for her, and a little enjoyable; she could see why she'd been an artist in her 'alternate' life.

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"Mmmm."

She rocks back and forth on her toes.

"I can play something if you want, but I'm not as good as Papa."

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Helen gave a nod. "I'd like that."

She would have explained that it wasn't about being as good as someone, that it was being the best that you could be, and having confidence in your abilities but she stopped herself - she'd rather have a pleasant time with the girl than turn it into a disccusion (not that that couldn't be pleasant).

"Do you have anything specific that you enjoy playing?"

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"Mozart!" she answers, happily and easily. Of all the scores that her Papa has brought home for her, the compositions by Mozart seem to be closest to what she'd play for him at home. The songs that he always seemed to enjoy listening to the most.

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"His pieces are rather lovely." Helen gave a nod, and a reminiscent smile at that. It had been a while since she'd heard a piece, particularly of someone actually playing it.

"Would you mind playing one?"

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Even though she'd rather tell her to wait for her Papa to get home and let him play (he's better, and anything that he can do to impress her is probably a good thing!) she stands up and salutes Helen playfully before turning to walk towards the piano.

"I'd love to play one! I only know a couple so far, though. Papa won't let me learn all of them at once."

He wants her to be as much like a 'child' as possible.

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Ah, but that is where Pino is missing it: she wants her to play, and she's not looking to be impressed but to simply hear her play. Now that Pino's with her she's wanting to get to know her a little better.

"It gives you a chance to enjoy the ones that you know before learning more." And so that there was still plenty more for her to learn later.

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"Mm. I guess so."

It makes her happy, though. Her Papa treats her like a person rather than a machine; a companion with emotions rather than a puppet created for the illusion of a standard family unit. As much as she'd like to learn everything in the way that other AutoReivs back home did, this made Papa happy, and that in turn makes her happy.

"Is there one that you want to hear me play? Or just any of them?" she asks, gesturing to the sheet music piled on top of the piano as she settles onto the bench.

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"Anything that you'd like." She gave her another smile, slowly standing, letting her weight rest on her knee before walking (read: hobbling) over to Pino, joining her at the piano to watch her play.