*Prompt #93 You often play an instrument to help you relax and think clearly.*
Your name is Kankri Vantas, and this day is the worst. It all started at 8 am, when you bumped into someone, having burning coffee spill down your dress shirt, plus it was Picture Day. Perfect. Great. Then, you flunked your Math test, as far as you know, you studied until midnight. Then, just when you were about to leave the highschool, your car tire popped. So now, here you are, finally away from school and all the stress. All you want to do now, is play your viola. Since 8th grade, you began playing viola as one of the fine arts classes, since then, you always had your violia with you to keep you calm and relaxed. You walk into your room and the first thing you do is take your sneakers off and grab your viola case and sit on your bed. You open the case and you can already feel relaxed. You slowly take the instrument in your left hand and take the bow out of the case. You take a deep breath and hold the bow in your right hand and run the bow along the middle of the viola, a beautiful sound surrounding the room as you slowly close your eyes because oh my gosh, you're so glad you chose viola for orchestra, as the notes fill the room you hear knocking on the door frame of your room. You look up to see your friend, Cronus, his posture was poor and so was his hair, normally his hair would be all greased up and shiny, but no, it's limp and dirty looking- as if he was awake for days. You place the viola and bow on your sheets and waved at Cronus, Cronus' gaze snapped to look at you. "Oh, uh hey chief. How's it goin?" Cronus took a step into your room, surprise you may or may not be messier than him. (okay fine, you *may* be messier than him, Shh)
You shrug, intertwining your fingers together "I'm doing fine despite my usual stressful day. I can see you're not doing any good?" Cronus chuckled and did that double pistols thing and clicked his tongue, he turned around and laid on your bed, groaning "School's been hard, y'know?" You nod "Yes, I do know high school is stressful, but you do realize it is positive stress, you do know what positive stress is, correct?" Cronus groaned once more "NooooOOoooOOooOOoOOOooooo buut I doooooooon't want toooooooooo."
You sigh, stiffening your shoulder "Alright. Why is the reason you're here?"
Cronus shrugged "Got a nightmare, y'know about *that* memory? The one wher-" You immediately interuppted him "Yes, yes that memory. Is that why you're here? Maybe you're here for moral support or something?" You quirk a brow as you change the subject, because you do not want to talk about that memory, the one that was about at the start of 6th grade where Cronus picked a fight with a boy bigger than him, Kurloz Makara, and it did not end up good. That day, Cronus was sent to the hospital for a broken wrist and the memory of Kurloz snapping it clean. Every time you remember the memory you want to puke. You shake you head, "Nevermind that memory, how have you been, dear friend?" As Cronus begins talking, you started noticing little things about him. He has dark circles around his eyes, and he keeps rubbing his arm, *strange* he also keeps looking around your room. When he finished talking, you nod "Well. If you don't mind me asking if you could... tell me why you're acting so strange, Cronus?" Cronus cleared his throat "Like what do ya mean?" You start scratching at the back of your neck, usually you don't like meddling but this is your best friend and you're really worried. "Like... Is everything okay at your home?" You guess and you hope you're right, you did notice how his mother and his father always argue nonstop and his twin, Aranea always talks about his mother leaving his father and how glad she is.
Cronus looked at the ground and nodded "Yeah. My mum's leaving my dad and I haven't gotten sleep in days." You quirk a brow "Why? I do understand that your mother means the world to you, but so do your father and brother."
You used to have a mother, but your dad distracted you from actually knowing why she left. Cronus shook his head "No. You don't realize, chief. I like my mum more than my dad. She's always nice and really cool." You nod, taking on a more sympathetic tone "Well, why don't you ask your father to live your mother? divorced parents do this all the time." Cronus sighed and gave you that 'are you seriously kidding me' look "No, my dad doesn't want me or Eridan near our mum." You nod, mentally noting the conversation.
"and my mum's taking Aranea and Vriska. So. Well, yeah." He nodded, slouching his shoudlers and getting out a carton of cigarettes, you stare at the carton and back at Cronus. Cronus grin was wide as if to mock you. He brought the cigarette to his lips, letting it lazily hang from his lips.
"So ...Is your mother going to move somewhere else or...?" you start scratching your neck again, keeping your eyes from reaching Cronus' face. "Yeah. she's moving back to London." That's right, you almost forgot, this idiot of a friend. is actually British. sometimes it'd show, usually him saying stupid slang words or making gestures you're not sure what they mean. "Well. I best be going, chief. but it was nice talking to ya." with the conversation over, the greaser got up and left your room. as you hear a slam from your door downstairs, you only utter one word that was barely audible
"Dork."
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