[Intrigued, Koumei scooted into one of the barstools across from Squalo and leaned on the counter, resting his chin on his hands so he could watch Squalo work. Given the man's accent, he suspected that the cellist was from somewhere in Europa, but he wasn't one to make assumptions without a firm base.
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Hm. Seems you're talented in more ways than one!