[he spends so long trying to figure out how to compose this message, and then decides that there's probably just not a way to do this that doesn't feel awkward. okay. neat.] Hi. I'm sorry I haven't checked in until now. Would you let me know when you feel up to meeting?
Gustave doesn't bother answering — in part because he still has very little grasp of actual texting etiquette, but mostly because he's just immediately on his way to the dining area to check. He has two muffins wrapped in a napkin when he slips into the music room, scanning to see if he can find her.
Gustave is extremely careful not to sneak up on her. There's a gentle clearing of the throat, like he's trying to clear something caught in it, and he approaches from the side. He waits until a pause before he'll ask: "You're a musician?"
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i'm in the music room
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"Yeah, uh...do you have gramophones yet, where you come from?"
She's not great at distinguishing period clothes.
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"Yeah. So, I play, but I also write songs, and record them for people to have, basically."