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A Change of Pace (VinylxOctavia) Chapter Three With a final deep hum of the cello, Octavia concluded her day-long session of aiding Vinyl, relishing in the fact that she could finally take a break and rest her aching hoof. It was no secret that musicians, particularly ones that lacked the assets of magic, often strained their muscles to dangerous limits depending on their instrument of choice. Octavia could recall several of her fellow bandmates whose hooves would become limp, antagonized with the stress of constantly resting in an unnatural position. To reverse this, surgery was needed and that was something Octavia was dead set on av

"Fuu?" "What." "Won't you tell me you love me?" "Pft." A pause. "What?" Another scoff. "What?" "Overrated." "Huh?" "Love." "Love is overrated?" "Duh." A bewildered, golden haired boy let his mouth droop a bit. "So..." he said, slowly. "You don't love me?" With that final conclusion, he stood up and paced the room with hands locked together behind his back. "But, Fuu...if you don't love me, why are we getting married?" Ventus frowned, shoulders tensing. "Overrated." she said again. The bride to be crossed her arms rebelliously and turned on the television. She directed her attention to the picture on the screen with a small, form