Sakura Wars - [Ogami]

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If there's one thing that Ogami had learned over the past couple of months, it was that the music room is quite possibly the one bastion of sanity left in the entire theater. Simply venturing into one of the more public rooms exposed him to the risk of getting assaulted by Sakura or Kohran or Iris or Kohran or Kanna or Kohran, and after experiencing the multiple horrors of Kohran's room, Ogami wasn't sure he wanted to see what kinds of skeletons everyone else had in their closets.

Besides, Ogami was reasonably sure that only two people ever went down to the music room. He was one of those two. The other was a deadly blonde woman. What's the worst that could happen?

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[Ogami]

... I'd kind of meant for that to be a hypothetical question.

[Iris]

Hmm? What was that, Oniichan?

[Ogami]

N-nothing! Nothing at all. _{Just going to have to cross off the last entry on my list of safe havens, is all.}
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[Ogami]

Heh... Iris, you can play the piano?

[Iris]

Yup, but only a little. I was taught how to play while I was at home.

[Ogami]

I don't know if I'll be able to play very well, but it looks interesting... alright, I'll give it a try.

Meanwhile, Jean-Paul bit back a barely audible shriek as his entire body weight was swung around by the arm, the loosening stitches sending red-hot pain flaring through whatever dark matter constituted his nervous system.

...

. . .

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[Ogami]

... you DO know that there are plenty of chairs in this room, right, Iris?

[Iris]

Iris likes this chair the best.

[Ogami]

But, uh, you know, this IS awkward, _{not to mention that I don't have any recollection of the past thirty seconds prior to you sitting on my lap}, so why don't we go get a seco--

[Iris]

THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHAIR. THIS CHA--

[Ogami]

--on the other hand, time's of the essence, so let's just get started!
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[Iris]

You know, when you play the piano, you have to go like this... and gently curl your hand.

[Ogami]

L, like this?

[Iris]

Aaaaahn, that's completely wrong! Really, it can't be helped...

[Iris]

Here!

And as Iris touched Ogami's hand, tendrils of insanity leaked in and flooded his mind with unimaginable power, and though Ogami squeezed his eyes shut in instinctive terror, eldritch images continued to sear themselves into his retinas, accompanied by the high-pitched giggling of a little girl more frightening than the very bowels of Hell opening up and--

[Ogami]

Eh... an egg?

[Iris]

When you play the piano, you have to gently curl your hand like you're holding an egg.
Try holding the egg like you're gently wrapping it up. Lightly and gently, okay?

[Ogami]