[ His amusement gives way to a brighter enthusiasm, and he's abruptly torn between staying where he is and eating, or moving past Havoc to where his records are. Hunger wins. ]
There's always a song.
[ It's said around a mouthful of soup, as he regards her with real warmth. He loves her budding interest, even if he doesn't say it in so many words. Watching Havoc blossom has been interesting. There's one track that comes to mind, almost instantly, and his gaze becomes more contemplative. ]
I can think of one. Do you know Nina Simone?
[ If Noh-Varr had his way, they'd broadcast Nina Simone across the reality spectrum, but alas. He'll have to settle for spreading the good news himself. ]
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There's always a song.
[ It's said around a mouthful of soup, as he regards her with real warmth. He loves her budding interest, even if he doesn't say it in so many words. Watching Havoc blossom has been interesting. There's one track that comes to mind, almost instantly, and his gaze becomes more contemplative. ]
I can think of one. Do you know Nina Simone?
[ If Noh-Varr had his way, they'd broadcast Nina Simone across the reality spectrum, but alas. He'll have to settle for spreading the good news himself. ]