[Hiding his delighted laugh behind the foam of his drink, Koumei downed the rest of his as well and pushed away from the bar.]
I'll hold you to that, Squalo, [he said, teasing, and casually sauntered over to the piano in the back corner of the lounge.
Sliding into the seat, he tested how well it was tuned with a few simple chords-- and deftly moved into a sassy little ditty that hadn't been heard regularly on the radio for decades.
It was a beat that was felt in the gut and zinged like electricity through the instrument.
Then, to his own surprise, he began to sing along.]
She cuts you once, she cuts you twice But still you believe~ The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood BUt you don't have strength to leave~
[It was clear that vocals weren't his talent, but the fact that he was having fun was evident in his smile and the timbre of his voice.]
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I'll hold you to that, Squalo, [he said, teasing, and casually sauntered over to the piano in the back corner of the lounge.
Sliding into the seat, he tested how well it was tuned with a few simple chords-- and deftly moved into a sassy little ditty that hadn't been heard regularly on the radio for decades.
It was a beat that was felt in the gut and zinged like electricity through the instrument.
Then, to his own surprise, he began to sing along.]
She cuts you once, she cuts you twice
But still you believe~
The wound is so fresh you can taste the blood
BUt you don't have strength to leave~
[It was clear that vocals weren't his talent, but the fact that he was having fun was evident in his smile and the timbre of his voice.]