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[femmebutdanger]

*She's found one of Sho's junk piles, and is currently sitting on top of it. She doesn't have her headphones in--for once--but she's got a notebook on her lap, and a rather spaced out expression on her face, as though she's focusing on something no one else can hear. Every now and then she makes a notation, or scribbles something--lyrics--on its pages.*

Mmm... going to need a new one soon...

*She taps her lip with the pencil, drumming out a faint, contrasting beat with the fingers of her other hand against one of the junk pieces. Then shakes her head and erases*

A hard melody to capture indeed.