[ Pyrrha is quiet and patient in the face of his rambling. It's familiar enough to dampen her own anxiety, winning a smile out of her, and frankly adorable. Stepping forward, she minimizes the distance between them. ]
Maybe you can leave the instruments behind when we go out.
[ There's a teasing inflection to her words, but the request itself... yeah, it's earnest. Please, no more musical numbers. ]
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Maybe you can leave the instruments behind when we go out.
[ There's a teasing inflection to her words, but the request itself... yeah, it's earnest. Please, no more musical numbers. ]