122nd Devotion: Quality Time with the Rival

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[One moment Solomon Goldsmith is out enjoying the view of the city's lights below from his balcony, and in the next moment his environment abruptly shifts into a bright interior room. His face shows some sign of annoyance at this, but not the typical shock or hysteria that is often evidenced by others in the City. After all, Solomon has been going through such inconveniences like this for longer than most.

Instead, he looks down at the splattered mess of his deep red beverage staining the light carpeting and gives a slight tug on the handcuff now encircling his wrist. With narrowed eyes, he looks askance at the cello bow being held by the other man's captive hand.]

...Haji. Of course.

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[whithersoevergo.livejournal.com]

[He's playing, as he always does at night, to pass the time. The room muffles the sound fairly well, but he's aware that Saya can likely hear him as close as her room is. It's his way of letting her know he is close.

He transitions into a complicated set of measures, focusing on making his non-human hand dance the bow over the strings as it had while it was still normal. After Vietnam, he'd practically had to re-learn how to play, the difference in strength and flexibility had thrown him for awhile, but now... it was almost as if nothing had changed.

Until a sudden jerk pulled his hand back, sending a screech from the instrument as Haji abruptly stood, as if ready for a fight.

Instead, he sees a silver cuff on his wrist... and another one on Solomon's wrist, connecting them. He hadn't even heard the other Chevalier come in. Frowning, he looks him in the eyes.]

What is this, Solomon?

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[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Solomon? Are you okay?

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[sempreadagio.livejournal.com]

What about Haji? Is he okay?

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[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Have you considered asking the both of them to move out?