[Valid question, understandable demand, both of which are promptly ignored in favor of avoiding the piano's gnashing teeth. The lid snaps empty air, and there's an angry cacophony of keys pressed together as the piano gives chase. It's nine o'clock on a Saturday and it's in the mood for a snack.]
Start running and I will.
[Maybe. No promises. Natsuno makes a beeline for the staircase, putting himself between the kid and the piano. If they're lucky the instrument can't climb stairs.]
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Start running and I will.
[Maybe. No promises. Natsuno makes a beeline for the staircase, putting himself between the kid and the piano. If they're lucky the instrument can't climb stairs.]