[Missed this annoying crunching sound? Really? Still munching away. She stops, snackoo-like food hanging from her mouth as she frowns some. A loud crunch she bites it in half and pulls the other part away]
Song, Mr. Gavin? How did I know this was going to lead back to music?
[She takes a deep breath, thinking about the song.]
All right.
[Crosses her arms, then rests them at her side after setting her snackoo's down. With that she starts singing Recessional by Vienna Teng]
...Who are you, taking coffee no sugar? Who are you, echoing street signs? Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover, Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time? Oh, words like rain, how sweet the sound.
And what is it, Mr. Gavin?
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[Present > Karintou]
I thought you might like these.
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How on earth did you find these! [Reaches out to grab almost totally focused on the bag. Ohh how she missed you bb ♥.
Then a falter.
Have an accusing glare Mr. Gavin.]
...What do you want for them.
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[Laughs, and puts it in her hand.]
I can't be nice?
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Well, scientifically speaking [MUNCH] you being nice must mean you want something. [MUNCH]
And normally you'd never go out of your way to buy these for me.
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Oh fine. One thing from you.
[Devilish grin.]
One song.
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Song, Mr. Gavin? How did I know this was going to lead back to music?
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[Sighs. MUNCH.] All right, what new song have you got for me today?
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Oh, nein, it's not me who's going to be singing.
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You have got to be kidding me.
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It can be "Row Row Row Your Boat" for all I care.
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... [another sigh] Fine. One song. But only one.
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[Folds his arms and tries to look expectant, but just ends up grinning wider.]
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[She takes a deep breath, thinking about the song.]
All right.
[Crosses her arms, then rests them at her side after setting her snackoo's down. With that she starts singing Recessional by Vienna Teng]
...Who are you, taking coffee no sugar?
Who are you, echoing street signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time?
Oh, words like rain, how sweet the sound.
Well anyway, she says, I'll see you around.
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You have a wonderful voice. I'd tour with you, if we could get out of here. ... And if I still had a band.
You should sing more often, Fraulein.
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