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[crowningdarkly]

[Hear that? It's definitely a piano, tinkering out a low melody. The tune is rather sad; soft and even, for the most part, at least until the player's fingers fumble and repeat the chords over again

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[mirroredclown]

[Don't mind the little Innocence child slowly creeping in and up to your knee.]

Daddy, why's your song so sad?

[crowningdarkly]

[That's.... really cute. Cue a very, very, very small grin.]

Do you like that one?

[mirroredclown]

[giggles] Yes! Can we do another?

...And what's a lamb?

[crowningdarkly]

[Three Blind Mice?]

It's a baby sheep.

[mirroredclown]

[squirms happily. new song!]

What's a sheep?

[crowningdarkly]

It's an animal that has a lot of fur. You can make clothes out of it.

[mirroredclown]

Animals make clothes?

[crowningdarkly]

People make clothes out of their fur. Wool. Hair. Fur. Whatever.

[mirroredclown]

[tugs on his tiny Exorcist jacket] What fur is mine made out of?

[crowningdarkly]

[He hesitates, scaling the keys rather sloppily with one hand while brushing his fingers over Aren's sleeve.]

That might be wool. Wool comes from sheep.

[mirroredclown]

[the little Innocence reflection bothering him? looks at sleeve]

Sheep? ...Sheep must look really weird.

[crowningdarkly]

[Very much so.]

Not really. They're fluffy.

[mirroredclown]

[Poor Allen. >: at least it's not both him and his sister?]

.... But my coat isn't fluffy.

[crowningdarkly]

[True. Very true.]

That's because... they spun the wool.

[Sob, he doesn't know anything about this. Just pulling things out of thin air.]

[mirroredclown]

It's not fluffy 'cause it got dizzy being spun all around?

[doesn't know the difference anyway, could tell him that the piano is a sheep and he'd believe you]

[crowningdarkly]

It's not fluffy because... yes, that's why.