[ The mention of spring makes him laugh softly, and he makes himself comfortable as he looks out the window, seeing what Edgeworth is referring to. Ah, snow... this places exterior was colder than a frosty Fräulein's heart, which he found didn't suit his idol at all. He'd change it for him, but while he does like to be at ease where he is, he knows better than to modify anything that isn't his right to do so.
Still, he can't help but do one little thing as he stares out at the patches of green, and smiling to himself, he focuses-- hard. He's not very used to creating too many things in this place, but he tries-- and within moments, he wills a bunch of coreopsis (http://www.panacheexteriordesign.com/plants/coreopsis.jpg) blossoms to grow out and sprinkle around where the green patches are in abundance-- but not one to ever do things with imperfection, he makes sure that the appearance of the yellow blossoms is orderly, fitting. With this place as it is, he hopes to have them bloom for Edgeworth as long as he can manage to have them. He looks over at Edgeworth then, smiling at his comment about Spring. ]
Now I have, ja? [ He winks, watching Edgeworth for his reaction, before looking back at his guitar with a chuckle. ]
Do you know, in the language of flowers... coreopsis signifies "Cheerfulness Always"?
[ He tilts his head back, almost lazy in the action, but he wants to send a message across-- one that his song alone won't do. However, when the older man makes a mention of the doctor... Klavier's smile flickers only briefly before he nods quickly, but not too quickly-- he wants to assure Edgeworth, not dismiss what he's saying. ]
I've already gone through the necessary physical therapy, ja? Fräulein Doctor, she said so long as I'm not shredding a tune, I should be good.
[ He smirks at that-- though the mysterious doctor that had come with this place's infirmary who wasn't one of the captives here had most certainly been helpful-- kind of static in her help, but helpful. He'd wondered about her, and attempted to will someone from his world here, but it seemed that just wasn't to be.
Ah, well.
Reaching down to the case by his feet and grabbing the plectrum, he strummed a few notes, the fingers of his left hand-- his injured one, against the neck of the guitar, a little more relaxed than he normally would have them.
But the song he was to play didn't require that much energy anyway.
Then, raising his gaze back to Edgeworth, he smiles quietly at him. ]
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Still, he can't help but do one little thing as he stares out at the patches of green, and smiling to himself, he focuses-- hard. He's not very used to creating too many things in this place, but he tries-- and within moments, he wills a bunch of coreopsis (http://www.panacheexteriordesign.com/plants/coreopsis.jpg) blossoms to grow out and sprinkle around where the green patches are in abundance-- but not one to ever do things with imperfection, he makes sure that the appearance of the yellow blossoms is orderly, fitting. With this place as it is, he hopes to have them bloom for Edgeworth as long as he can manage to have them. He looks over at Edgeworth then, smiling at his comment about Spring. ]
Now I have, ja? [ He winks, watching Edgeworth for his reaction, before looking back at his guitar with a chuckle. ]
Do you know, in the language of flowers... coreopsis signifies "Cheerfulness Always"?
[ He tilts his head back, almost lazy in the action, but he wants to send a message across-- one that his song alone won't do. However, when the older man makes a mention of the doctor... Klavier's smile flickers only briefly before he nods quickly, but not too quickly-- he wants to assure Edgeworth, not dismiss what he's saying. ]
I've already gone through the necessary physical therapy, ja? Fräulein Doctor, she said so long as I'm not shredding a tune, I should be good.
[ He smirks at that-- though the mysterious doctor that had come with this place's infirmary who wasn't one of the captives here had most certainly been helpful-- kind of static in her help, but helpful. He'd wondered about her, and attempted to will someone from his world here, but it seemed that just wasn't to be.
Ah, well.
Reaching down to the case by his feet and grabbing the plectrum, he strummed a few notes, the fingers of his left hand-- his injured one, against the neck of the guitar, a little more relaxed than he normally would have them.
But the song he was to play didn't require that much energy anyway.
Then, raising his gaze back to Edgeworth, he smiles quietly at him. ]
Ready, Herr Professor?