[He sat down next to her again, and opened his case. His trumpet was in impeccable shape. Kazuki could be a bit careless with his belongings from time to time, but he never neglected his instrument. He cleaned the mouthpiece and tested the valves, then assembled everything together. Then he fiddled with it a bit more as he thought of the right kind of song for the moment.]
Okay, I think I've got it. [He stepped off the porch and stood up on the ground to play. This way, he wasn't looming over her too much.] This one's called Ave Maria. It's a pretty popular song in canon, but it's kind of... Especially important to me too.
[He paused for a second. Kazuki was an empathetic person, and his emotions were also extremely palpable. There was a gentle, nostalgic fondness in his eyes, and in the quirk of his lips. No matter where Kahoko was, or who she loved, she always had a place in his heart.]
...I hope you'll like it.
[The trumpet wasn't the perfect instrument for the song. It sang well on violin, or on a more mellow cello, but to capture the gentle tones of unconditional motherly love on a brass instrument was no easy task. It was hard to make a trumpet whisper instead of shout, especially without a mute. But by the sound of Kazuki's playing, it was a technique he'd been practicing.]
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[He sat down next to her again, and opened his case. His trumpet was in impeccable shape. Kazuki could be a bit careless with his belongings from time to time, but he never neglected his instrument. He cleaned the mouthpiece and tested the valves, then assembled everything together. Then he fiddled with it a bit more as he thought of the right kind of song for the moment.]
Okay, I think I've got it. [He stepped off the porch and stood up on the ground to play. This way, he wasn't looming over her too much.] This one's called Ave Maria. It's a pretty popular song in canon, but it's kind of... Especially important to me too.
[He paused for a second. Kazuki was an empathetic person, and his emotions were also extremely palpable. There was a gentle, nostalgic fondness in his eyes, and in the quirk of his lips. No matter where Kahoko was, or who she loved, she always had a place in his heart.]
...I hope you'll like it.
[The trumpet wasn't the perfect instrument for the song. It sang well on violin, or on a more mellow cello, but to capture the gentle tones of unconditional motherly love on a brass instrument was no easy task. It was hard to make a trumpet whisper instead of shout, especially without a mute. But by the sound of Kazuki's playing, it was a technique he'd been practicing.]