[ Xion's always had this thing for dreaming. Although, back home, it was memories... memories and meanings she couldn't understand. Dreams of the ocean and the sound of waves, dreams of a boy in red
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[Jennifer, being the light, fitful sleeper she is, is awoken almost instantly by the song; though the sound of Xion's voice is certainly a much nicer way of waking up than she was once accustomed to.
Such a lovely melody. It made her think of home, of the sweet, crackling music Mr. Hoffman would play for them over the phonograph-
...Wait, what? Jennifer frowns at the faded glimpse of what was almost a memory. No. That wasn't right. Clearly she was mistaken.
All the same, her usual reluctance around the fairer sex prevents her from answering Xion's question outright. So after some time of biting her lip nervously and nearly closing the book in agitation, she bucks up hums back, her voice soft and almost melancholy.]
[ ... well, she certainly didn't expect to get a reply in song. Xion considers this for a moment, in silence, then hums a few more bars of the song she'd been singing before. ]
[The details remain fuzzy. But Jennifer grasps hold of the few fuzzy memories she has of it, of twirling around in the washroom and letting her dress flare out around as she cooed the stanzas of the song to herself, dropping her voice to a hum for whatever words she couldn't remember.
There was just something so dreadfully adult and romantic about it.]
Wow... [ she's learning things today!! ] That sounds neat. I probably should have guessed something like that existed... but I've never seen anything like what you're describing before. Would a phonograph let you listen to music whenever you wanted? [ .... *-* ]
Such a lovely melody. It made her think of home, of the sweet, crackling music Mr. Hoffman would play for them over the phonograph-
...Wait, what? Jennifer frowns at the faded glimpse of what was almost a memory. No. That wasn't right. Clearly she was mistaken.
All the same, her usual reluctance around the fairer sex prevents her from answering Xion's question outright. So after some time of biting her lip nervously and nearly closing the book in agitation, she bucks up hums back, her voice soft and almost melancholy.]
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That was nice. What was that song?
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...It-
[C-cough]
...I'm not sure of the title, but...I remember hearing it as a child.
The...um, th-the lyrics aren't as nice as the melody, though.
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...Jennifer. It's just Jennifer.
...I-I don't think we've ever met, miss.
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I would hear it playing on the phonograph.
[The details remain fuzzy. But Jennifer grasps hold of the few fuzzy memories she has of it, of twirling around in the washroom and letting her dress flare out around as she cooed the stanzas of the song to herself, dropping her voice to a hum for whatever words she couldn't remember.
There was just something so dreadfully adult and romantic about it.]
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O-oh, I'm sorry....I didn't think-
...Um...it's just...
...Something that plays music.
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...A little. A phonograph can only play gramophone records though...
[Oh, she probably doesn't know what that is either-]
Um...that's just something used to record music.
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