I have to change it, depending on the atmosphere, you know… so it’s not standing out too much, and people can carry on their conversations…

[With one note, the pacing changes, bounces a little and takes on something more classic, well-known, gentle but with much more depth. Gokudera doesn’t know what world Jaskier is from, but he hopes he’s heard something like Debussy before.

Slowly, he introduces the next song and sways gently as he plays. The acoustics in the bar don’t allow it to carry as well, but for a moment, there is only the piano.

It’s execution isn’t perfect. There is no sheet for him to read from. This is his best execution from memory, but there are obvious mistakes where chords don’t sound correct. His left hand has been broken and healed… poorly, and so his music comes at a struggle. Still, he pushes past those mistakes, and gives them little more attention than the knit of his brow. When he’s done, he pulls his hands back and looks up and over at the bard.]

I didn’t… stretch today.

[Didn’t have enough of a warm up… or so he’d claim. His hand hurts from where he’d tried to extend his pinky, but it won’t straighten out.]