Tomoda grinned. The rain did not seem so cold anymore.
Maki sat at the piano, her fingers hovering over the keys, frozen in hesitation. The composition book in front of her was open, but she wasn’t reading the notes. She was staring a hole through the wall, her brow furrowed in that characteristic pout that meant she was thinking too hard. maki+tomoda
Maki snorted, a small laugh escaping her. "You're annoying." Tomoda grinned