A small, bemused smile met Itachi's lips and he gave a soft laugh. He'd never been able to hold a tune in his youth, didn't have the ear for it as a child...before....before...
Before it was all he had.
"Beethoven was deaf. Music is more about interest than physicality, young sir. Philosophy and theology...if it comes to that." He tilted his head to the side, trying to read the kid's real reasons for being here in that vaguely familiar face.
Maybe he'd seen someone that looked like him on television. Had to be it...
Still didn't explain why he'd picked Itachi to pick on. Maybe the kid was having a bad day.
"I can offer you a trial period."
What the hell was he talking about. Was it really a mystery he needed to solve? His time was precious...especially when it was quiet.
But it was already out of his mouth.
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