With your lust and your greed weighing down
Aizenagi leaned over the service-counter with both arms laid onto the top, left arm laid horizontally while it's palm firmly held the elbow of his right, which would hold his jaw so casually. With a lax expression planted to his face, the white haired man had gazed to the Piano with his one good eye, and sighed.
The manager had peered out from the corner, door to his office, and caught glimpse of his most constant worker. He was a rather aged man, and wasn't a wizard. He had short grey hair smoothed back towards the nape of his neck, and a mustache that covered most of his upper lip. A large jaw and thin eyes, along with wrinkles here and there. Black eyes, and formally dressed. He went by the name of "Sous Ivory", but Aizen had mused himself by calling him Old man. Formalities and respect wasn't much a big deal to that youth. But then he spoke. "Bored, are you? You did all of your chores today, I suppose it's to be expected." Mr.Ivory had slipped over in the direction of Aizen, his back facing him and towards the shelf, arranging the glasses. Aizenagi only huffed and snickered, "Yeah, well, not much to do here after the work is done." Aizen had mumbled in response, eyes still fixed on the musical instrument. Mr.Ivory caught notice of his attention to the instrument, looking at him, then to the Piano, then back to Aizenagi, grinning widely. "You wanna play it, don'tcha? Go on, the customers could use some live entertainment anyway, heheh..." He joked in a shakey, old voice. Aizenagi shrugged, but was rather excited to pressed his fingers to the keys.
And in moments, he was sitting at the Piano. He sat there, in a moment of silence, adjusting the majesty. How lovely, even up close. He had always kept his distance. There in the cafe, in the corner sat a man and his pitch black piano which reflected the spring light. His silvery-white locks hanged from his head into his ocean blue eyes, fixed on the keys he had so gently pressed until they moaned a soft, nostalgic note. Yes, it was here, at that Cafe where the man had played these songs of no name. He played, and played, until more customers came in to witness it's unnamed beauty.
PS: Yes, this is the song he plays. And yes, I purposely made a piano instrumental just for this cause. Lol http://eng.musicshake.com/song/283367
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