( wanda is, of course, not unawares that someone is approaching her. it's impossible not to notice, for past the heaviness of his steps and his otherwise lack of attempt at hiding his presence, heβlike most othersβhave his thoughts echo towards her and back. the park, being abandoned as it is, gave wanda refuge for the incessant thinking of others.
ough
at least for a while. )
I doubt a toy has the mechanism for tuning.
( she glances up, fingers still on the keys. )
Might explain why my playing's off.
( yeah, blame the faulty toy piano. )