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Ballade No. 4 in F minor, Op. 52 - A Lazy Hour

"... Chop-Chop... You haven't touched me in a week. A-are you not happy with my body?"

"Penny. I'm busy for my recital next week. Please save your double-entendres after my performance."

"Tch. Go ahead and mess with your favorite Jolly. See if I care about your stupid affair behind my back!"

"Don't make it sound like she's the mistress."

Frederic Chopin was enjoying the peace and quiet in his family parlour (a boarding house for boys, currently public holiday and they are visiting family). It was just him and his beloved piano in the manor's living room, with nothing but furniture and the chandelier sitting as his audience for the day. Even his older sister and two baby sisters were visiting their grandparents... while Chopin stayed home on account of his poor health. Cough Cough.

Either way. He just wished he never took in the pitiful (read: cute) Witch Girl out of pity from the Witch Hunts.

"Chop-Chop. Touch me. I know I'm growing in the right places since the first day you held my body."

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"If you're referring to the time you were hiding in a tree from the anti-witch priest like a trapped kitten, then yes. I confess you did land on top of me without any grace or respecting my feelings as a frail young man. Have you no understanding of 'being nice to your benefactor'?"

"I told you time and time again I would offer you my body as repayment!"

"You're just saying that to make me feel awkward."

"Bingoooooo~♥!"

The Witch happily smiled while she lied across the top of Chopin's piano. She treated it like a bed, rolling around it like a highschool girl reading a magazine article on how to get the love of your life.

To add salt into injury, she was enjoying this one sided attack.

"Oh, would you look at that Penny. Mr. Priest is doing his daily rounds in checking if anyone is housing a Witch. I'm sure he has a spare bible ready to discipline you like a naughty child before dragging you to off for judgement."

"...Fu-fu-fu (haughty laugh). Not this time, bucko. You've tried that little trick on me last week, and the week before. This time, I'm certain I'm going to claim your body in the name of love and justice. So come at me br--"

A knock came on the door.

"UGYAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA AAAAAH!"

Her reaction was very simple. Leap off the piano, curl up in the chandelier, and stay there. Due to this, she somehow earned the nickname of 'Jumpy Bunny'...

"....................................... Hm-hmm~♪."

Ignoring the daily milk man's knocking, Frederic Chopin continued to play his newly written Sonata. A beautiful smile was on his lips as sweet melody drowned out the world around him.