[Well, Kimblee is still in the dining hall for the time being, just looking over all the secrets on the wall, because that's sort of a lot to take in; as such, at least seeking him out won't be necessary. He'll take some of the coffee, though, once it's set out, and he doesn't seem too inclined to go anywhere just yet; this is a good amount to think over, but he doesn't seem unnerved by any of it. Just...very distant, and very still.
When he does leave, he doesn't go very far; just to the ballroom, where he's back to sitting at the piano and fiddling with the keys a little; he isn't playing anything complicated, just something simple that's been in his head for a while – it's possible you've heard him singing it vaguely to himself once in a while. Something he's working on, something to give his hands to do while he's off in his head, as one does.
He's got a vague sort of smile on while he does it, though it isn't a terribly pleased expression; just something to do with his face, it looks like.]
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When he does leave, he doesn't go very far; just to the ballroom, where he's back to sitting at the piano and fiddling with the keys a little; he isn't playing anything complicated, just something simple that's been in his head for a while – it's possible you've heard him singing it vaguely to himself once in a while. Something he's working on, something to give his hands to do while he's off in his head, as one does.
He's got a vague sort of smile on while he does it, though it isn't a terribly pleased expression; just something to do with his face, it looks like.]