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[petalsofdestiny]

[Good morning, denizens of Thor. Instead of your usual alarm clock, you might find yourselves being roused awake by this. Once the song fades, Waka speaks:]

Bonjour. It's been a little while since I played Pillowtalk. I'm glad to see I haven't gotten rusty yet!

Ah, but the reason I played for you all wasn't to show off (even though the song is quite

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[video]

[missthewoman]

[Seeing as she was one of the ones playing~
She smiles, wondering if he might possibly recognize her, seeing as when last they met she was a cat.]

That is a rather gentle song to be awoken to, Monsieur. Quite lovely.

[video]

[petalsofdestiny]

[Waka remembers Miss Irene, and their interesting date. He smiles.]

Merci, mademoiselle. It's been quite some time since we've spoken, qui? It's good to see that the cat hasn't gotten your tongue yet. Ha ha ha! [Always subtle, Waka.]

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[missthewoman]

Très drôle. I have indeed - it would be a tragic loss, considering my profession.

[video]

[petalsofdestiny]

You are a singer, mon ami? Tres bien. I would like to hear it sometime!

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[missthewoman]

I would perform for you right now, but sound is much better to appriciate in person~

[video] sorry for the late again ;~;

[petalsofdestiny]

As a performer myself, I'd have to agree. Would you mind having this prophet as an audience one day?

no worries :3

[missthewoman]

Certainly, I would be pleased to have you. So long as in exchange, I get to hear your flute once again.

=3=

[petalsofdestiny]

Merci, mademoiselle. Of course. Or, how about a duet? That would be something to hear.

[missthewoman]

That certainly would be. I am quite partial to the idea. Do you have a composition in mind?

[petalsofdestiny]

[He taps his flute on his chin, thinking.] Not right now. I have some songs written down, but I don't exactly organize. I like to play on improvisation, so I'll have to do a bit of searching for my compositions.

What about you, mon ami? Any favorite songs to sing?

[missthewoman]

[After a contemplative hum she strikes a few notes on the piano.]

There are many I enjoy to sing. I believe I could consider Ridente la Calma a favourite.

[petalsofdestiny]

Ridente la Calma, eh? [A thoughtful pause.] You'll have to play it for me. I'm not too familiar with songs outside of Nippon, mon ami.

[missthewoman]

It would be a pleasure to play it for you. Come here with your flute and we shall consider it an exchange.

[petalsofdestiny]

Sounds fantastique, baby. Name the time and place and I'll be there. It'll probably have to be after this Halloween holiday that is coming up.

[missthewoman]

[She gives him a sharp look at 'baby'- she doesn't care much for that nickname. But she smooths her expressions to amiability again.]

Early November will be quite agreeable then. I look forward to it.

[petalsofdestiny]

[Sorry, Irene. Force of habit for the half-baked prophet.]

Magnifique, mademoiselle. As do I. I haven't had a duet with someone for a long while, maybe a couple of centuries.