[well, action is easier than conversation, so Martin won't hesitate for very long at all now that he has a task. he hurries upstairs and down the short hallway to his room, pushing the door all the way open so it stays that way for Richie and himself wanders in partway, turning around and looking at things to try and decide what's worth noting.

for a boy's room, it's hardly the worst: a couple bits of clothing not taken to the laundry room, a bed unmade (he just got up, ok!!), some stray lengths of yarn dangling off the desk...]

Uh, the books are here, so-- [he gestures to the stack on the side of the desk not occupied by heaps of yarn and wool: spelling books and very young readers' stuff. things about fish and airplanes and zoos. it's honestly about as basic and baby and not-cool-kid as one could be, but to be fair, Martin's not even tried the concept.] I, uh. I haven't been practicing as much as...as I could be. But sometimes I get new things from the library. So.

[wow, his face is red and his heart is racing from anxious embarrassment. like, more than usual! it's almost like he's worried about how lame he is reflecting poorly on him in front of someone enthusiastic and new!

this sucks!

he clears his throat.]

The, the keyboard is over there...

[on the floor along the wall by the bed, headphones still plugged in and on the nightstand. nothing terribly huge -- something he can have in his lap without too much discomfort.

it definitely has a keyboard stand that is not being used because........who knows.]