[Dist looks away from Ion the moment he smiles, gazing instead at the piano's keys as he taps a few absently, the hollow notes lingering through the open space around them. That was half the reason he came out as well, other than to practice. Dist had grown used to the noise in the house, even when he was working or reading and needed the quiet. He'd even grown to almost like it, especially when Anise hummed to herself in the kitchen.]
That is something we'll all have to adapt to, I suppose...
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That is something we'll all have to adapt to, I suppose...