You indulge me, and I cannot say that I mind. [ Endearing to him, the elder student's blush; that hint of color remaining long enough for Solange to wholly appreciate it. If Solange is bold (and he is), it is only because he is earnest—it would be a shame, wouldn't it, to refrain from letting others know how he felt in the present when something like tomorrow remains an uncertainty.

(Uncertain and foreboding both, with the recent rash of murders; the strange occurrences surrounding the app.) ]

You'll not regret allowing me to monopolize your playing, this I promise you.

[ A gentle smile curving his lips, Sol catches Adrian's eyes with his own, amused by this recent development and by the notion that their group very well might be called 'two long haired gentleman and company' if they neglected to decide upon a proper name. ]

But as for names... perhaps argentiques? [ And here, Sol's accent becomes more pronounced. ] For taking new-age composition and washing it with something 'old', like a silver filter.

[ ...also it matches their hair???... ]