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[memlost]

[An upbeat male voice comes on:]

Hey, it's Morgan! If you were expecting a girl, you picked the wrong picture. If not, then congratulations! But sorry too, because this means I've missed you. Leave a message!

[Beep.]

(( ooc: feel free to use this for face-to-face interactions as well! just leave a date and voice/action/etc. in the header. ))

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[bloodandblunder]

Do you know something waltz-like?

[memlost]

Well... there's nothing saying I can't make something up.

[ He has a vague grasp on what a waltz should sound like, even if he can't remember specific tunes. He might've heard Brady or some street performer sawing one away, he can't quite remember... but no matter. ]

Ready?

[bloodandblunder]

R-ready... [ oh gods don't step on his feet, Noire-- ]

[memlost]

[ He begins to doo-doo-doo his way into a surprisingly passable song and tugs her into motion with him. ... And right away he gets a sense of HOW DO YOU DANCE?? IS THIS DANCING. But surely it must be more than trying not to step on or get stepped on... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ It probably does, but all she can really do is sway and stay close, one hand still nervously clutching his shoulder while the other tightly grasps his own. They'll get it eventually. ]

[memlost]

[ That's some hold she has on him. He senses... the slightest bit of nervousness here... He can't exactly talk to her while he's providing the music, though.

...

After a long moment, he begins to sing in time. ]

If you told me to count all the things about you
That I like, then we'd be here for springtime anew.
And all the shy bunnies who'd come out to play
Would still be no match for your cute day by day.
Flowers in bloom were never so lovely,
Or strawberries fresh picked so simple and sweet.
... I'd sing more about you and how great you are,
But rhymes on the go are actually kind of hard?

[ This is as far as he goes... SO BACK TO HUMMING. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ oh

gods

MORGAN?!?!?!?! ]

D-did you really just make all of that up just now??

[memlost]

[ oh

He pauses his humming to answer her. ]

Mm-hm. I thought having something to concentrate on would help you relax.

[ And as mentioned, he doesn't know any waltzes, so... ]

[bloodandblunder]

... Morgan... [ okay, she's touched, and her grip loosens slightly. ] That was very beautiful, actually.

[memlost]

Thank you! I suppose I had just the right inspiration for it.

[bloodandblunder]

Mm... I think you're just that naturally talented.

[memlost]

[ He shakes his head and weaves his fingers with hers, abandoning the dance. Talent or no talent, she did inspire the song. ACCEPT IT ]

I've had lots of practice. It's how I pass the time in the tunnels when I'm on my own.

[bloodandblunder]

You... sing? [ They may have stopped dancing, but she's perfectly okay with holding his hand. ] I wish I could hear more of it...

[memlost]

You've only to ask. I'll never be a singing sensation, but if you want to hear it, then I want to sing it!

[bloodandblunder]

Mm, I like your voice a lot... a-and your singing sounded very pleasant!

[memlost]

Hehe. You're buttering me up like a big festival ham. But you've got it! Hmm, what to sing...?

[bloodandblunder]

Anything you'd like?

[ Noire is so helpful. ]

[memlost]

Let's see... there was a song Sayaka always used to sing. Maybe she still does? It's always great for a little shot of pep.

[ are you ready for some jpop ]

[bloodandblunder]

Pep... that sounds just like you.

[ Fire away. ]

[memlost]

[ Call him Dr. Pep. ]

Might be why it's stuck with me like it has! Aside from hearing her practice it around the house, anyway.

[ To be honest that's probably the really real reason... In any case, he tugs her along to sit with him. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Well okay, she'll settle down beside him, eyes resting on his face with slight anticipation. ]

So you picked it up fairly quickly? That... also sounds like you.

[memlost]

It's easier to fill an empty head than a full one, I always say.

[ Veteran's hidden uses...?? He settles in snug next to her and proceeds to hog her hand to himself, sandwiching it in both of his on his leg. When he begins to sing, it's at a softer, mellower pace than Sayaka would have it, but then he never had to be a pop idol. ]

My everyday life rushing around is filled with questions, anxiousness, and all these lies.
In this world that has been sharpened out, there's a nameless courage that rises within me.
Is the wish I confess to the stars in the night sky
Getting smaller, smaller as I become an adult?

Rather than wearing someone else's boots, I want to run bare-footed.
Everyone in the world has the power to shine.

Surely, Shooting Love Shooting Heart
The prism I looked up at in the sky
Treads on the path that looks like it leads to my dream.
Forever, Shooting Love Shooting Heart
To the future I had waited for.
Even higher, higher, I want to fly.

Surely, Shooting Love Shooting Heart
Even if it's a small egg now,
It will fly high, high someday as a bird.
Forever, Shooting Love Shooting Heart
To the future I had waited for.
Even higher, higher, I want to fly.

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... Well, like Noire minds having her hand taken captive. She's an attentive listener, her smile growing as she listens to him. He really does have a soothing voice, doesn't he? And when he's done, she'll squeeze his... hands. ]

Wow... that was very good! And hopeful...

[memlost]

And grammatically controversial. But catchy!

[ And that's all that matters. A happy tinge of pink begins to spread across his cheeks. Praise... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ How is her boyfriend this cute-- ]

Very catchy. I really like your voice too, Morgan...