Light laughter caught up to Thomas’ little joke, translating into a wry smirk across the boy’s face as he walked over to the kitchen counter. Did Ma truly mean it when she said a possible sibling wouldn’t mind singing with him? He wasn’t nearly as good at the violin as the musicians he looked up to, and this felt frustrating to him at times when his little digits couldn’t stretch to the right tabs, but Mrs K mentioned music was a craft that one slowly learnt for their whole lives and took time with. Additionally, he was pleased that the family supported him with his passions, letting him take the extra curricular music lessons at school. Even when he was just starting to learn a new piece and all he could make for an entire day or two were those weird, short, unpleasantly clanky melodies, they were very patient and encouraging. A couple of qualities that they had further brought within the boy himself, for their love was very contagious. Maybe even<span style="font-style: italic">worse</span>than boy cooties. Heh.<br/><br/>Souzie, a girl at school, played the piano. Now and again for the past few months, they had passed by each other to attend separate music classes next door to each other - her, a pretty, freckled face like a map of stars, holding tales of city life and flashy concerts before she moved to the countryside and attended his local school. It felt as though the whole world knew how much his initially shy nature wanted to chat to her more, as at current, they were actually working on a song together for a group project. It was a simple yet charming arrangement of Canon in D to suit both of their instruments; if they were good enough, they could even perform it at the next assembly! They took to duetting with each other like homemade butter to the family’s bread. The family must’ve noticed his sudden burst in enthusiasm for usually monotonous practises, for a day hadn’t gone by lately until he excitedly tried to perfect his side of the performance.<br/><br/>Humming the slow<span style="font-style: italic">duuuun, duuuun, duuuun</span>of Canon in D to himself while filling the glasses, the tune broke momentarily as he scoffed lightheartedly at Grandma’s Bentley comment. “Yes, Gramma Duck; poor Bentley,” he mused. The donkey was still rather charming with or without the weight, but it was rather uncanny how he still managed to keep it on after so many weight loss methods. Perhaps some things were meant to stay strong built. “And I’d love to help saddle ‘em! Dad’s strong arms will serve as my legs, eh?” He looked his father’s way with a chirp. Sometimes the boy worried that the horses would step on him, usually asking his dad to pick him up and save the trouble of trying to catch the creature’s attention himself. Either way, Thomas knew today would be a fun day for riding.<br/><br/>Two filled glasses on hand, he skulled one, popped it into the dishwasher, and before his mother could completely leave the kitchen, he tugged lightly at her sleeve and offered her the promised water with a quiet nod and a smile. On the way back to his grandmother, he took a spare finger of leftover toast and slid the piece into his mouth, taking his empty plate and whatever plates had been cleared back to dust off and pack away for washing.