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Awwrite. This ain't my beautiful five star hotel room and this cell ain't my beautiful groupie, what gives.

[He's left the bay. He is gone. He likes water but it is cold as goddamn shit and he's a skinny thing. He doesn't handle being chilly for very long. There is one very cranky siren stalking around Genessia City somewhere, fussing with his communicator and looking dour]

Some hologram lady gave me the general idea, but it's crap so I want a better one. Why's it five million below? When'd it get all wintery all of a sudden? It ain't winter in Australia!

[There's the distinct sound of a trash can being kicked]

I want a hot cocoa and a hot bath and then I want like ten good reasons why I gotta be here and they all better be great. No crap reasons like I'll like it better here than in Sydney cuz that's a load of bullshit.

[OOC: KANI IS A SIREN. With that goes the usual shit that would happen with a siren: Mind control via singing. The permissions for this asshole are here for everyone to opt in/out of having your being controlled by a fairy and/or becoming addicted to fairy music (also its squid hi)]

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So is he a really big cat an' that's why his name is Katze or does he just kinda look like one?

Does he got like cat ears too?

[He paused and stared. He had never thought about Katze's name beyond it being his name.]

I... I don't know, I never asked.

S-Sometimes his hair kind of looks l-like kitty ears.

What if he's a cat person?

[It seemed worth exploring!]

A really tall cat person!

H-He might be. He does purr a l-lot. And... And he kind of a-acts like a kitty.

[Not that it made much difference to him. He liked him any way he came.]

D-Do you have a boyfriend?

Nah. I don't gotta girlfriend neither. I'm uh... in between friends.

[Which is his own fault]

I'll find one.

M-Maybe... Maybe that's better. B-Because now you're not separated from th-them.

[He did his best to be comforting, though he wasn't that great at it.]

Yeah well...

[Now this was a subject he didn't like. Time to change it!]

... Ya ever sing, Puddin'?

M-Me?

[He shook his head energetically.]

I... I don't think I'd be v-very good at it.

[He wasn't good at other things that had to do with talking, so why would he be good at singing? And he was shy, besides.]

Yanno? I betcha you could sing great. I betcha it's easier than talkin', ya just gotta try it!

[He glanced down, fidgeting. He didn't really have the personality of a man who would readily break into song by himself. He just didn't have the confidence.]

I...

I...

I-I don't know what I w-would sing...

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I got one! I learned this one when it came out. Just copy what I sing! It's that easy!

[AHEM]

Do. A deer. A female deer.

[He was hesitant to follow along, feeling more than a bit self-conscious. His voice was fairly quiet when he copied him, and only somewhat sing-songy.]

Doe, a deer, a female deer...

[He laughs. It's not mocking, but incredibly musical and bubbling]

Ray, a drop of golden sun! Me, a name, I call myself, Fa, a long long way to run!

[He was still very quiet, listening and following along as best he could while almost mumbling the words, afraid someone would hear him, his cheeks already flush red anyway.]

Ray, a drop of golden sun... Me, a name, I call myself... Fa, a long, long way to run.

Ya sound great, Puddin'! Come on, louder!

So, a needle pulling thread! La, a note to follow so! Tea, a drink with jam and bread! And that brings us back to do!

S-Someone might hear...

[He argued meekly, voice almost a whisper, afraid they might attract attention.]

Let 'em! Ya sang it real great so far anyway, didn't ya? Listen to ya!

R-ReallY...?

[He was certainly doubtful of his voice. As much as he wanted to believe people, it was hard to believe he sounded good.]

U-Umm...

[He glanced away a bit, but he'd forgotten what the words were.]

[Just another cheerful laugh, and he sings it again-]

So, a needle pulling thread!
La, a note to follow so!
Tea, a drink with jam and bread!
And that brings us back to do!

[He wasn't really much louder, but he was trying.]

So, a needle pulling thread... La, a note to follow so.

Tea, a drink with jam and bread. And that brings us back to do...

[The puns were going over his head, but he wasn't really thinking about the words, just repeating them.]

Lookit that! As clear as a bell, now ain't that all so pretty!

An' not a single stutter at all, yer a natural!

O-Oh...

[He didn't really like any mention of his stutter, since it just reminded him that other people were noticing it. He glanced about nervously to make sure no one else was there.]

I... I was just t-trying to say what you said...

It was perfect though! Ya got a nice voice, Puddin'! Ya do! Real sweet, ya just gotta work on it more.

I betcha yer boyfriend will love it.

I...

N-No one ever says I have a n-nice... a nice voice.

[Even he was having trouble saying it because it sounded so foreign to his ears.]

Y-You think he would like that?

Sure sure I do! An' it'll only get better if you work on it! Ain't nothin' that makes you feel better than singin', even if yer only singin' to yerself.

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