[ the workbench is more organized chaos than some of the rest; there's also. preservation supplies for more weird dead shit at dave's desk i'm sorry.
the photos are weird landscape and architecture shots; food and dead shit and his family. jade and chiyo and anya and yuri. people he knows and has known, up through his graduation.
he drops john's hand and cracks his knuckles and drifts towards the turntables he doesn't have room for elsewhere. ]
I promised you a lullaby at some point? [ over his shoulder. ] My style, live.
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the photos are weird landscape and architecture shots; food and dead shit and his family. jade and chiyo and anya and yuri. people he knows and has known, up through his graduation.
he drops john's hand and cracks his knuckles and drifts towards the turntables he doesn't have room for elsewhere. ]
I promised you a lullaby at some point? [ over his shoulder. ] My style, live.
[ he's not the piano guy. ]