High Strung, Friday afternoon/evening [OPEN]

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Ludwig grumbles moodily as he stalks through the shop, then pulls the front curtains open with particular vim. He eyes with interest the red ribbons decorating the trees before crossing back to the other side of the room. He pulls out a piece of ink-stained manuscript and busies himself with his latest composition.

[OOC: Slow-played, before heading out to Red's party.]