[Good morning, denizens of Thor. Instead of your usual alarm clock, you might find yourselves being roused awake by
this. Once the song fades, Waka speaks:]
Bonjour. It's been a little while since I played Pillowtalk. I'm glad to see I haven't gotten rusty yet!
Ah, but the reason I played for you all wasn't to show off (even though the song is quite
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Never been able to play one myself. What's yours, though?
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Flute, mon ami. But not just any flute [he twirls his flute.], but my beloved Pillowtalk.
[There's a pause. Being the sort of social recluse he is, Waka tilts his head and asks:] Excuze-moi, I can't seem to recall your name.
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[Once done with the introduction, Waka rubs the back of his head.] Pardon, I'm not too familiar with most of my neighbors. Things to do, prophecies to give. It doesn't leave much time to socialize.
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Prophesies to give? That does sound like it'd take a bit of time.
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Heh, it does sometimes. The planning how the fates work out part, not so much the giving part. That's a little bit more fun, or would be if my main audience didn't feel the need to nap during them.
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Naps, really? How's it work?
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It's a little hard to explain, mon ami. I think the best way to describe it would be to say that when I look at things, I see both its present and future state. But, it's usually only a couple hours ahead unless it is something of incredible magnitude.
And certainly, my gift isn't infallible.
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