don't call it black and white

CIAN

Cian never ceases to stop his playing, though it would be silly to think he wasn't completely aware of Ronin's presence. The barmaid the Star speaks to blushes crimson from her ears down deep into her cleavage and were this the sort of scene that came with background effects, one might hear the sound of water suddenly rushing and splashing. This was of course to say that she was immediately very interested in anything and everything Ronin might want

"Both, I s'pose." Cian replies, his body moving back and forth with the rhythm he's softly caressing from the keys. There is a lit cigarette on the top of the piano, and so gently do Cian's fingers move, it hardly rolls or moves at all. There's lipstick smudged on his collar, and perhaps a bit of glitter as well.

"And you?" He asks politely enough, still not looking up.

the truth hurts
but lies can k i l l

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection