About two years ago. And a month. And seven days. He started playing again lots.
[ Which is, of course: the last time Gustave saw his monsieur le pianiste, spilled out across the ground of a rooftop garden. ]
But he's stopped again, now. [ Woooo. :( Esquie leans in again, that painted mask hovering in front of Gustave's face. ] I think he misses your flowers, my florist friend.
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Date: 2025-06-01 12:27 pm (UTC)[ Which is, of course: the last time Gustave saw his monsieur le pianiste, spilled out across the ground of a rooftop garden. ]
But he's stopped again, now. [ Woooo. :( Esquie leans in again, that painted mask hovering in front of Gustave's face. ] I think he misses your flowers, my florist friend.