Fourth Melody

[lunaticprophet]

[Accidental Second Level. Waka is sitting on the Memorial park bench, playing his flute for the occasional passerby, whether they hear him or not, and a couple of pigeons. He's playing a rather pretty song; it at first sounds like an upbeat festival song, but it quiets down into a breathy lullaby. He puts his flute down for a moment. ]

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[deviousintent]

[OHGOD YOU STILL HAVE THE RAKE roflakjgkla]

[lunaticprophet]

[YES HE DOES. And it's all your fault. :<]

[deviousintent]

[EXCUSE ME WHILE I LAUGH SOME MORE NEARBY.]

[lunaticprophet]

[He notices you and waves~.]

[deviousintent]

[Snickersnicker, must breathe.] I see you're enjoying our tradition.

[lunaticprophet]

Qui! Quite a funny tradition, though~.

[deviousintent]

A lot of traditions are! Remember the mistletoe?

[lunaticprophet]

Oh...the mistletoe? Yes, I remember that.

[He's still embarrassed about that event. He definitely got around.]

...I met a lot of people during that.

[deviousintent]

[nodnodnod]

But do you know what the best part about the holidays is? [Pulls out a camera.]

The memories! I'll take some pictures so you don't forget!

[lunaticprophet]

It's always good to keep memories. That device you hold makes them, like a hologram projector, no?

[deviousintent]

Something like that. [83 starts snapping pictures.]