*quiet singing*
...Why be gloomy?
Cut thy nose off to spite thy face?
Listen to me:
A nose is hard to replace.
Skies could not bluer be,
hearts in love truer be.
I'd say for you or me,
life couldn't possibly, not even probably,
life couldn't possibly better...
*singing abruptly stops*
be?
*a mysterious voice* Braaaaaaaaaaaiins~
Hmm?
*a relatively long pause*
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...Funny, I thought you were dead-set against being a singer.
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Actually, I've always liked singing, to be honest. It was just always second to dueling, until that became unavaliable.
Oh wait, but then, the Brother that is here said that you were from the same universe as him, while I'm from a different one, so...
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Well, it's nice to have another familiar face around. I hope you're adapting well?
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