((OOC: I’m sorry for being away so long! Actually I played all of Spectre’s Call while I was away, so now I can interact with all the kids on my dash (sounds good…) without stumbling around blindly!))
Anonymous asked: did you shave your sideburns to look like music notes
“H-how did you- …Now why would I do that…?”
Anonymous asked: Why is your hair blue?
“Blue? I’m not sure I…”
“That is the first time I have heard my hair described as blue - I must say I like it much better than ‘greying’.”
[Nina is a bit confused too. She feels something like affection to him, it’s remnant of Melina’s memory in her but she knows her parents wouldn’t like her to talk with Mr. Whistler. She’s not entirely aware, what happened then.]
“Hello, Mr Whistler.”
[She says is because of lack of ideas what to do. She has to do something.]
“How have you been?”
“I…I’ve managed, I suppose.”
“…For what it is worth Nina, I am truly sorry. I hope you have been well since I last saw you.”
(Source: oswaldwhistler)
“Oh, I…”
“Well I’m delighted you feel that way. You are a very welcome guest in our house, and you are a wonderful companion to my dear daughter.”
[He turns to the shelf still smiling as he continued his search for a gift. He had seen a dismantled old music box mechanism, and it had sparked the beginning of an idea in him.]
“As it happens Janice, I may know the perfect gift for Melina - but I will need your help in creating it, if you will?”
“Hm?”
“Of course~! It’s so hard to find the perfect gift for her, so if you’ve found one, I’d love to help. Especially if it will continue to make her smile after opening it.”
[It really was one of the most difficult things in Janice’s mind, setting aside all else. There was practically nothing she wouldn’t do for her best friend.]
“What can I do, Mr. Whistler~?”
“This,”
[He picked up the dismantled pieces carefully and held it for Janice to see. Apart, they looked like a mere collection of spare mechanical parts, but with a little modification he would be able to not only assemble it, but have the cylinder play whatever he wanted - namely the composition he was working on for Melina.]
“Melina always seems so sad she is unable to ever witness any of our performances for herself. It breaks my heart to see her so.”
“But perhaps with this, we can gift her with something far more meaningful and unique than a simple mass-produced recording.”
(He feels a little bad for blurting it out, he hated it when people said stuff about his nose…)
“…Doun’t be sad… Maybe some people actually like that about yer.”
“It would seem a strange thing to like - but then it is one of the only qualities I possess that is not marred by negative actions and a guilty conscious now.”
“Er, I was lost in thought for a moment. Perhaps we should introduce ourselves?”
[Dahlia looked sort of displeased. How can someone possibly be frightened by CATS? ]
“And who might you be…?”
“I’m sorry, I am Oswald Whistler.”
“I am afraid cats seem to enjoy using my hair as a scratching post. I usually avoid them, I did not mean to seem insulting toward your cat which I am sure is exceptionally well behaved. Please accept my apology, Ms…?”
(Source: oswaldwhistler)
