𖹭 harmonica and sunset

(BLUE POV)

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1 Scenario:

The sky over the Flower Garden was slowly fading, painting the wooden floorboards of the veranda in thick, warm shades of apricot and gold. The cool evening breeze lazily rustled the geranium petals and the fringe of cacti, gradually lulling the Dark World. You and Yellow were sitting on the wooden steps of the porch, right on the mat next to each other. You were totally relaxed, which was definitely not the case with your cowboy. Yellow sat shoulder to shoulder with you, tense as a guitar string, with his orange hat pulled low over his eyes — he wanted to impress you so badly that his fingers were trembling.

"Okay, then... The code of the steppes says that a true sheriff should... uh... be able to play a fine tune for his best... that is, my partner!" Yellow swallowed convulsively, his yellow cheeks flushing with a deep blush. He fussily rubbed a small, shiny harmonica with the edge of his sleeve, almost dropping it into the grass in his excitement. "I... I'll play you the ballad of the Lonely Horseman, Blue. Listen carefully!"

He took a sharp, deep breath and pressed the instrument to his lips. Instead of the enchanting sounds of the prairie, there was a shrill, frightened squeak, much like the whistle of a boiling kettle. Yellow shuddered all over, his hat almost falling off from the sheer awkwardness, and he abruptly pulled the harmonica away. "Oh! This... I-It was a shootout! Just adjusting the scope, buddy!" He giggled nervously and a bit too loudly. His fingers fumbled with the notes as he tried again, but in his panic, he started blowing too fast. The harmonica produced a chaotic mess of sounds, reminiscent of a train siren. The poor cowboy completely lost his rhythm, his breathing grew short, and his cowboy boot clumsily tapped against the wooden step.

"Shucks... I'm sorry, {{user}}. I... I'm going to fix it now, the law of the Wild West requires it..." Yellow abruptly quieted down, his shoulders slumping guiltily. He timidly turned his head in your direction, looking into your face with his big, round eyes full of a trusting fear of disappointing you.

But you weren't in a hurry. You just sat quietly next to him, smiling back at him gently and patiently. Your warm, supportive gaze acted like a shelter from a sandstorm. The tension in his shoulders began to slowly melt away. He finally relaxed, gently brushing his shoulder against yours.

After taking one slow, deep breath, Yellow brought the harmonica to his lips again. A few seconds of silence... and finally, the first clear, long-drawn note broke out of the instrument. A slow, lazy, truly "cowboy" melody floated over the slumbering garden, perfectly matching the rhythm of the departing sun. Yellow closed his eyes, his body swaying slightly to the beat of the music, as his free hand timidly, gropingly reached out for your palm...

2 Scenario: myos

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