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Fundy was never sure when he learned to play the piano; he just remembers one day sitting down in front of a piano and playing a few notes. It didn’t take long to learn and find quite a joy from playing. It was therapeutic in a way and it was something the fox desperately needed. Amidst all the war and death the piano was the only healthy coping mechanism Fundy had to express his trauma and heartache.
Fundy would find himself during his free time sitting at that old piano fiddling with notes and melodies, making up his own song about his own life and how it played out among the sea of keys. Writing every note in raw passion and sorrow. He wanted someone to hear his silent cries in those keys.
One day Fundy was sitting at his piano, struggling with his most recent line of his piece. He wasn’t quite sure how to grasp it and it was starting to get on his nerves.
He took a deep sigh and rolled his chair back burying his head in his hands, sighing.
“Okay okay, I’ll just start at the beginning. Maybe that’ll get rid of this music block. Is that what it’s called? Gah fuck it who cares!”
Fundy slid his chair back at the piano and stretched his paws before starting his piece once more. He let every note flow through him, every emotion held to every key. The keys telling his story with just the notes he had. He made it to the missing part but as he started to improvise he stumbled and it broke into inconsistent notes and melodies. Fundy pushed away from the piano letting out a frustrated squeak.
“I didn’t take you for a musician, Fundy.”
Fundy jumped from his chair and faced where he heard the intruder before meeting eyes with Sam.
Sam stood at the door, his arms crossed a resembling smile in his eyes as he gave a small wave to the frightened fox.
“Sorry for startling you, Fundy I just came to visit.”
Fundy huffed as he scrambled to close the hatch to his piano.
“Y-you could’ve knocked!!”
Sam chuckled a bit, smoke puffing out his gas mask.
“I didn’t want to interrupt your fantastic piece.”
Fundy could feel the red flood to his cheeks as his tail hid between his shaking legs.
“H-how much did you hear???”
Sam shrugged as he walked into Fundy’s living room and found a place to sit.
“Enough to say you're amazingly talented. I was hooked by the first note I could hear walking up here.”
Fundy loosened up a bit to the kind words as he started to gather the sheet music, he never thought he’d ever even want someone listening to his work but it did make him feel great to be recognized.
“Thanks Sam.”
Sam nodded as they began to chat about their days, sharing memories and talking about their most recent projects. He relaxed as they spoke. Fundy found his project fading as he finally took some time away to let his mind ease. It was a good day to take his mind off the world outside with a person he trusted like a better father.