well, this was unexpected.

you'd walked into kinich's room to ask if you could borrow a charger, but instead found yourself transfixed as a captivating melody filled the room. you stood in the doorway as your roommate's nimble fingers danced across the black-and-white keys, deftly maneuvering their way across the piano. his touch was swift and steadfast to the tempo, hitting every note perfectly, not a sound out of tune, nor a beat too late.

his artistry rung out through his bedroom, notes singing with harmony as he gradually built to a crescendo. his eyes were closed in concentration, his digits coaxing a divine cadence from the instrument.

to your disappointment, you'd only just now found out about his talents. you briefly wondered how long he'd been hiding this from you—how many of these bewitching melodies you'd missed—before the enchanting strain dwindled into silence. you were pulled out of your thoughts by his voice, no less melodic as his piano.

"what do you need?" kinich asked simply, his voice devoid of annoyance despite your interruption.