[With a disgruntled click of his tongue, he sets down the heavy tray on the nearest surface, picks up the microphone and browses the karaoke menu. Buttons are such a useful and modern invention! Oh well, he doesn't know most of them, but he has heard this one at Miss Vietnan's shop and enjoyed its catchy tune and cute lyrics quite a bit.
And so Kevin straightens his back in a very choir boy pose and starts singing "My Favorite Things", with all the sinister and obsessive music box mood it requires. He is actually...scarily good at it.
Once he is relaxed enough to forget the danger of nudity, it becomes very obvious that he is enjoying himself too. After all, who doesn't like cream colored ponies?]
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[With a disgruntled click of his tongue, he sets down the heavy tray on the nearest surface, picks up the microphone and browses the karaoke menu. Buttons are such a useful and modern invention! Oh well, he doesn't know most of them, but he has heard this one at Miss Vietnan's shop and enjoyed its catchy tune and cute lyrics quite a bit.
And so Kevin straightens his back in a very choir boy pose and starts singing "My Favorite Things", with all the sinister and obsessive music box mood it requires. He is actually...scarily good at it.
Once he is relaxed enough to forget the danger of nudity, it becomes very obvious that he is enjoying himself too. After all, who doesn't like cream colored ponies?]