Topsy Turvy~ (Open)

[Virgiliu Florin Albescu]

<sup>The elegant sound of a reed pipe was clearly evident, despite the bustling crowd shoving its way every which direction.

Just outside a large jewelery shop, a lone boy resided. In his hands a musical instrument was grasped, held to his own lips. His fingers danced among the different holes, his curly-toed shoes mimicked this movement, slender build jostling this way and that.

This was a daily routine for Virgil, really. Though his destination changed quite often, he would improvise on his handmade instrument, body flowing lazily however it wished. Street (or in this case, mall) performing was the boy's only source of honest income, and though it wasn't ideal for most, Virgil couldn't imagine doing anything else.

Of course, theft was another means, though it was best for him to earn at least a little money.

The reason for choosing this specific place in which to dance was simple. As a rule, women were more generous to him, and what better place to entertain them then before a store filled with invaluable gems and sparkling stones?

To add to the charming flow of the pipe, several bells adorning his eccentric outfit chimed and jingled merrily. This was a method he had been taught as a young child; a way to inflict more music into the air without an additional instrument or a partner. It was quite effective when he was in need of a little extra money.

This wasn't to imply Virgiliu didn't have any friends of course. Granted, he didn't really have anyone he would refer to as a friend, nor even a companion..or even liked. But plenty of people were prone to begging for a piece of his lime light, tagging along with him wherever he went, fans really. Did they count as friends? The boy didn't think so, as was the reason he never allowed them to help with his music. So inexperienced were they bound to be, he trusted he'd make less money than he did by himself.

Half lidded brown orbs raised slightly as a foreign chink caught the blonde's attention. Virgil gave a lopsided grin of thanks to the passerby as they dropped a small handful of coins into the roughened hat Virgil had placed on the ground before him.

Even small miracles were a true gift to this gypsy.</sup>

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[Izuru Kiro]

Izuru entered the mall letting a go a small sigh of bored. He wondered the halls for quiet sometime before hearing a soft music reach his ears. Izu stared into space for a couple moments. Wondering where the pretty sound could be coming from. Despite warnings from his grandmother about follow strange sounds he wanted to follow. In the past his grandmother had told horror stories about following unknown sounds to where they led. One story she told many times was a about a friend of a friend. Who got kid napped by and group of people for following the sound of their boom box that they were playing.

This sound did not sound like it was coming from a music player. So , the blond figured that meant that it could be safe. As he got closer to the sound it got louder and pretty. And soon he could hear bells coming into the mix. Tilting his head cutely he spotted and blond boy in a interesting outfit playing a flute. Izu smiled slightly at him before walking over to where they boy was playing and dancing. Smiling a little bright with small blush on his cheeks he reached into his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill. Looking to the floor he placed it in front of the boy before looking back up at him.

" Your uh very good" he finally said shyly to the fellow blond boy. before looking to the grey ground in embarrassment. While hoping the boy would not ignore him or worse tell him to go. Zu hoped that wasn't they case because he liked listening to the boys pretty music. While that was on his mind the blond wondered if this was the boys job. If it was it looked kind of fun to the small boy. Zu personally loved to sing and wished that he could make a living out of it someday. If he could build up the courage to do it that is.

Iz bit his lip gently and looked up at the boy slightly. Seconds later the little blond got down on the floor and sat there listening to the boys music. He also deiced to put an extra couple dollars in front of the boy along with a cookie he had left in his pocket . Iz made a face in his thoughts and the cookie and wondered if the boy would think he was rude for doing that he certainly hoped not.

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