Yall I'm giving an early chap since I'm on my period and I NEED comments to help brighten my mood-
Anygays-
Starting the chapter.
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"So, you say... you want to learn cello?"
A voice with thick russian accent echoed against the high walls of a strange room filled with flowers and windows of coloured glasses, in them a mural residing, though it looked incomplete and some parts were missing, you noted.
Though you didn't look any longer as Fyofyo bbg himself is present, ofc.
"Ofc bb- I MEAN FYOFY- fuck- uhm shit- uhm- I'll keep myself silent- thank you." After messing us the whole sentence you decided to choose the clever and safe option to just shut the fuck up ^o^.
He tilts his head in amusement before dismissing the ordeal as he gestures you to come closer.
You look towards his way as you notice there wasn't really a chair from besides the one he sat on, though you still walked over as you shrugged.
'It's Fyofyo bbg ofc there's no need to overthink these problems. I'm sure a stool will just magically appear when I'm close enough!' With that in thought, you stepped over with a cello-
Wait tf, you didn't have a cello, did you?... You fucking forgor-
'Akajhshsgsjaksk play it cool behbeh play it fool- I mean cool- just pretend your intention was to learn using his cello!' A comical bead of sweat slid down from your cheeks (which one😏).
You stood by him as you gazed at him with a questioning look, raising an eyebrow to indicate curiosity.
"So? Are you goin to teach me?" You said with more assertion than a question required, almost sure of the answer.
"Yes, otherwise you would have been ushered out the room long ago." He said with a slightly teasing smile, sarcasm dripping off the words.
'You are behaving so much like a bitch, don't mind it tho!' You cheered silently in your mind while looking at him before finally setting your gaze around yourself.
"So, a seat please??" You asked with a toothy grin as you tilted your head, doing a silly expression.
"None left." The words came off so calm and sophisticated, you debated whether he was purposefully being an ahhcheekshole, or as you knew it, he was a mfing terrorist.
