[She blushes furiously, handing over the instrument with restrained frustration-- it's important, she doesn't want to break it, but she all but shoves it back in his hands.]
Whatever. Anyway, it sounds like...
[and she settles for humming the song of time, and trying to pretend that that's totally what she wanted to do in the first place]
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Whatever. Anyway, it sounds like...
[and she settles for humming the song of time, and trying to pretend that that's totally what she wanted to do in the first place]