[A quick intake of breath because, yeah okay that's definitely his face. They're around the same age, and if one of them looks a little older or younger you could put it down to the varying degrees of state pampering in their lives.

TJ's a little shyer in the almost-flesh, his first reaction a quick smile and blush, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck as he glances down.]

Well that was... quicker than I expected. Hi. Okay - hold on.

[While he picks up his phone and carries it through a slightly cluttered apartment, books and string lights scattered on surfaces. Cosy, but a little messy. Not unlike the resident. Anyway, the piano he sits at is a gleaming grand. It took him a while to afford this, but it was worth it.]

I'm gonna go with an easy one. Okay, so it's not as impressive thesedays, I know, but I taught myself this when I was eight.

[It's a piece of Liszt]