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[Asch has...gotten himself lost. He could've sworn he had memorize the path from his room to the outside and would be able to get himself back. Its become apparent that he was wrong to believe that, as he leans against a wall in a random hallway, cursing under his breath in German.]

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...[seats himself on the piano, his hands touching and feeling around the familiar keys. Once he finds his place, he starts to play a piece (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1ZCH7gr4dI) on the piano.]

... *stands be silently with his arms crossed, listening.*

[continues playing, the song going faster, louder, softer, higher. There was definitely a lot of feelings of frustration being put behind those notes.]

*taps his foot lightly, letting his eyes close while Asch plays.*

[sways to the melody, fingers jumping key to key, and beginning to feel comfortable to be somewhere he was so familiar with.]

*stills his foot before walking the short distance to the wall, leaning against it and now watching his hands intently.*

[his fingers were flying naturally across the keys and the song soon comes to a definite end] ...

*gives him some quiet applause.* You're very talented. It must have taken you years of study to reach that point.

...

Indeed a long time.

[lightly taps the C note]

You would find something else to occupy your time with.

[snorts, chuckling a little]

That does not mean you would be left with nothing to do.

...hm.

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