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[color=lightblue]Barachiel[/color]
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The Academy~Afternoon
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Barachiel blinked. A sudden very sheepish look swept across his face and he shook his head opal locks swirling with color at the movement. [color=lightblue]"I apologize I did not mean to...loom."[/color] He rubbed his neck with his free hand considering the other still held his shirt. He quickly pulled it on...once he realized he had forgotten to earlier, his wings folding and moving through the slits with ease. Somehow the talons sitting on them managed not to shred it an impressive feat on its own. Only one part of his usual attire was missing, his white rose. When he trained he did not keep on one him.

He then tilted his head at Lazarus. [color=lightblue]"Play yes. piano...not as well as I would like."[/color] He paused. Part of him wanted to sit down and learn more, but the other part wanted to contribute with what he already knew. He decided on what he already knew.[color=lightblue]"I shall return"[/color]  With that he took off toward a different room vanishing for a few moments to grab something. 

When he returned he held a flute case and opened it revealing his personal favorite of all he could play. A glass flute with a ship on it. He silently made his way over and sat on the ground with his wings cascading around him. He inhaled before playing interweaving notes with the piano. His eyes shut as he played as if he and the music were one. While not magical in any sense, music was truly one of his escapes from reality. His fingers moving with a gentleness that would not be expected of someone like him. 

His eyes opened at the sound of Misty's voice and a small curve of his lips showed agreement before he dived back into the notes. The gas gave a different sound then traditional metal flutes and while simply made was still beautiful. Some would argue the glass was harder to play due to the sheer fragility of it. But, Barachiel did not mind this. Rather, he preferred the sound it made.