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[b][u]Cuttersbury – Streets[/b][/u]

“That’s too bad. Well, I hope your probation gets lifted soon,” Lute smiled and watched as the parrot flew away from Nani. He vaguely felt Trixie let go of his wrist and turned his head to the side to see that the prankster had flitted over to Marcus, while the others walked behind them in a much slower pace. Just then, he realized that he was in the front of their merry little group- a position that implied leadership that he was sure he didn’t possess- and this inspired him to return to the rear lines where Aria and Amy were. 

They were deep in conversation just as he moved in, with Quentin and Jett talking to Aria and Amy ignoring the two boys. The virtuoso didn’t have the habit of eavesdropping, but his familiar did, and that was enough for him to overhear something about age being discussed. “Sorry to disappoint you, but there’s nothing special or “prodigious” about me. I’m twenty-three years old… Give or take a year,” Lute casually interjected and shrugged his shoulders. Now that [i]that[/i] misunderstanding was cleared up, he crossed his arms over his chest and stared off to the side, ready to remain quiet until they’ve reached their destination. The same couldn’t be said of the trio near him, though; they were a lively bunch and Aria seemed to like chatting with them. He couldn’t very well tell them to shush, right? The virtuoso sighed and erected a barrier separating him from the others and their voices lowered to a garbled, indistinguishable hum as it reached his ears. This was far more tolerable than the original. 

Moira’s bellow pretty much pierced through the barrier, though. 

Lute’s eyebrows knitted together as he glanced at the woman. “Competition? Er, sure. I’m good at competitions. So long as it’s not the one that has you betting your clothes. I end up naked on those kinds of things,” He muttered and looked back to the side of the street, again with the sound wall cloaking him.