Eric watched her leave. Well, that was...better than what I expected, at least. He flipped open his laptop as he walked back to the others, and created a new email to Yoshiko.
My username On World is 'Seraph'. Look for the guy who looks like an angel.
And then, as an afterthought, added, Try not to be late, please. If I have to deal with these guys all by myself, I might have a heart attack.
The ping of a response made him open his eyes. That was fast. He grinned, and opened the email, read it, and began to type.
Once in the car she took the needle from the driver and they had a brief conversation about her father and work before she heard the ping of her e-mail and slipped open her lap top. She offered a smile to the contents which the driver soon picked up on and gave a knowing smile. She offered a small giggle and replied. 'Alright I'll look for you when I get on. It would be nice to have a friend on the game. I'm sure the others can't be that bad. Let me know which city you are in so I can try and teleport to you. I'll be listening to the music when I get home. I can send you some of my favourites if you'd like.
I'm sorry I ran out but I really needed to go and I'm not very good with crowds
Not good with crowds? Believe it or not, me either. I hate them with a fiery passion. And yeah, the others are probably fine. I was exaggerating. If you want to teleport to me, just add my username as a friend, and you should be able to. I don't know exactly where we're all going. And then, finishing up, If you listen to my music, I'll listen to yours. Although, I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy it, either way. Go ahead and send me some music, if you like.
The journey home was mostly quiet, filled with the awkward chatter between a family friend and a child -for no matter howh e looked at it she was his friends kid- followed by joked and the occassional glance at the computer screen. She wanted to reply but she wasn't sure what to put. Though not wanting to seem absoloutely juvinile she hesitated to put anythign that seemed childish or too forward. After a few minutes she finally typed something back, but deletedi t several times before sneding it. 'I'm surprised about that Eric, you seem so confident and out going, you reminded me of m y favourite teacher actually...not in a bad way though. You have the mannerisms and grace of a natural born tutor.
I'm glad you'll listen to it, most people other than the upepr classman don't pay it much attention, they think it's far too old fashioned and out dated.
I think knowing what you like will help me teach you more about music, don't you think? Do you have a favourite instrument?
Eric groaned. The others had gone, and he couldn't remember where they were. They were probably all On World now, and they wouldn't be answering his e-mails any more. He began typing.
Well, I enjoy the piano and guitar, but I have a sweet spot for the cello, too.
He paused. [I]I do seem to have a lot of friends, but not by choice. They just leap at me and expect me to love them. You're someone I'd like to count as a true friend. Anyway, I seem to have a dilemma. The others appear to have up and left me, so I was wondering if I might be able to come to your house and we could go On World from there. Would that be all right? I know you don't know me that well, but you're the only person who's answering my e-mails, and I need a place to go before I can go On. My house is almost two hours away by walking. So what do you say?
Her house was; for such well to do people, a rather modest affair, while it was certainly spacious it was no grand mansion but a simple, well as simple as things were in such a well to do part of town, apartment complex. A foot man at the door, a reception and then the lifts and stairs. Once she was home her fathers friend made an apologetic exit, he often ran her back from college during his lunch breaks and he likely still hadn't eaten.
The house always seemed eerily quiet so she uploaded each of attachments Eric had sent her and allowed their sound to filter through the rooms while she hobbled on her crutches to her room. The ping of her e-mail alert stopped her halfway, reaching awkwardly for her PFT she read the mail and was both pleasantly and unpleasantly shocked by what she read. “I love the Cello.” She murmered to herself, a habit she picked up from the isolation she felt while her parents were working.
Activating the voice recognition software she dictated to the phone, while hobbling to her room to get changed. “I can teach you piano, I learned it while I was a child also I have always admired the cello, it is similar in some ways to the violin so perhaps I can also help there.
I do hope it wasn't because of me that they abandoned you, I am awfully sorry either way for that. I...”
What could she say now though? If he came she would be found out, if he did not she would let him down. “You are more than welcome to my home and if you get a taxi I will pay for it to save you the walk. I'll send my address with this.”
With that she sent the e-mail and now, more hurriedly, went to get changed. She didn’t' often have guests, certainly not while her parents were out at any rate, but she doubted even if they were home they'd notice.