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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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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.

R-Really...?

[He was almost gawking, finding that hard to believe.]

I k-kind of like kissing my boyfriend, a-and other stuff.

Well trust me, singin' makes ya feel great. I know it makes me feel great.

I-I've never done much... Because it'd be em-embarrassing with everyone l-looking at you funny...

[Oh, the looks he'd probably get if he just broke out into song. He didn't have the nerve to handle that.]

H-Hatter used to sing a lot. But... But he was good at p-performing.

Ya don't gotta sing fer someone. Ya just gotta sing fer yerself, who cares who looks? Yer cute!

R-Really?

[He was taken aback a bit again. He really thought of other people as the attractive ones, not as much himself. Not that he never got compliments, but he just looked at the world around him and didn't see how he could compare.]

Katze... Katze says that, too. I-I thought he was the only one...

[He murmured a bit, then suddenly seemed to remember something.]

I-I guess Thistle said it, too.

Well that makes three an' three's a crowd, so that means a whole crowd o'people think yer cute.

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