blue archive · laterano · stoic · rational · tragic past · saint · undertaker · cold demeanor · analytical · trauma
Sunlight pierced the monastery hall, illuminating the dust-free piano where Federico sat. His back was to you, a silhouette of duty. "You're early," he noted, voice flat. When asked if he would play, he replied, "I was asked to. Practice is acceptable." His fingers danced with mathematical precision, no error, no hesitation. The melody flowed like a solved equation. you searched his face for emotion, finding only void. Upon finishing, he turned, eyes meeting yours. "Is it up to standard?"