A few years now. I'm in my school's jazz band, too, so that's where most of the experience comes from. What kind of music do you like to play?
[There's the sense that he's struck a topic she's passionate about; she's friendly in most situations, but the clear interest in her voice implies this goes beyond that.]
[There's the sense that he's struck a topic she's passionate about; she's friendly in most situations, but the clear interest in her voice implies this goes beyond that.]
Shows? Like, what kind of shows?
[There's a bit of a smirk, amused, but the answer is easy enough.]
I wouldn't say emo punk, but... You know. Indie rock is pretty cool. Alternative. I like the classics, too. The Beatles, Paul Simon, that kind of thing.
[There's a bit of a smirk, amused, but the answer is easy enough.]
I wouldn't say emo punk, but... You know. Indie rock is pretty cool. Alternative. I like the classics, too. The Beatles, Paul Simon, that kind of thing.
It's alright here, I guess. Well, in America. I haven't been to Europe. I'd like to go to Japan sometime, though... Is that where you're from?
[She's assuming so because of his name, but it feels strange not to at least ask.]
You act, but there's an orchestra there? Is it, like, musical theater?
[She's assuming so because of his name, but it feels strange not to at least ask.]
You act, but there's an orchestra there? Is it, like, musical theater?
[When Zoe enters the kitchen, it's not because she's actually hungry. She's furious, disheartened, and fearful; it doesn't leave much room for an appetite. In truth, she's not quite sure why she's here, other than some vague hope that wandering around will help clear her mind. That's forgotten for the moment when she sees Senri, though.
After a few seconds pass by:]
Sometimes it helps if you use actual ice. Like, put it in a plastic bag and hold it to your eyes, if you don't want them to be as red.
[There's something dull about her voice, anger keeping it tight and low.]
After a few seconds pass by:]
Sometimes it helps if you use actual ice. Like, put it in a plastic bag and hold it to your eyes, if you don't want them to be as red.
[There's something dull about her voice, anger keeping it tight and low.]
[She can tell he didn't mean it too seriously, but all the same—]
Yeah, well. Don't get too freaked out if you don't get to it in half an hour. Grief is weird, it kind of does what it wants.
[And then a sigh.]
She's gonna come back, but this still... Sucks. A lot.
Yeah, well. Don't get too freaked out if you don't get to it in half an hour. Grief is weird, it kind of does what it wants.
[And then a sigh.]
She's gonna come back, but this still... Sucks. A lot.


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