[ Barely two notes sung and already he sees the results of his efforts. All he can say is this outcome is worse than the last time he attempted to sing for Chongyun. Displeasure is present but suppressed knowing all his efforts had been for nothing; this marks his lack of improvement.
Quick to pinch Chongyun's nose shut with his free hand, the tart would be set down among the other sweets before he is able to grab a napkin. It's disheartening to see Chongyun's blood-smeared face despite his efforts; no drastic strides in skill were expected with only a few months to practice and only having proper guidance the past few weeks. This isn't at all what he wanted to cause and yet he can't deny the bloody mess that is his friend's face, the very one he attempts to clean with a napkin. ]
Your nose is bleeding.
[ So perhaps in all this time they have been able to avoid spending so much time together (especially on these types of occasions) may have been for the best. Or he will just have to consider never singing in Chongyun's presence. Or at all. Good thing he was never inclined to follow a musical career path then.
His gaze shifts over to his phone set on the table. The song without lyrics still plays and finally, he takes the opportunity to shut the music off. ]
no subject
Quick to pinch Chongyun's nose shut with his free hand, the tart would be set down among the other sweets before he is able to grab a napkin. It's disheartening to see Chongyun's blood-smeared face despite his efforts; no drastic strides in skill were expected with only a few months to practice and only having proper guidance the past few weeks. This isn't at all what he wanted to cause and yet he can't deny the bloody mess that is his friend's face, the very one he attempts to clean with a napkin. ]
Your nose is bleeding.
[ So perhaps in all this time they have been able to avoid spending so much time together (especially on these types of occasions) may have been for the best. Or he will just have to consider never singing in Chongyun's presence. Or at all. Good thing he was never inclined to follow a musical career path then.
His gaze shifts over to his phone set on the table. The song without lyrics still plays and finally, he takes the opportunity to shut the music off. ]
Come on. Let's get your face washed off.