[There isn't a chance he's about to interrupt the song. It starts and it draws him over, lulling and enchanting in the way the musicians of the plaza did to him when he was young. It's a sort of magic that reaches deep, and one that was real to him far sooner than the magic of this side of the world.
It's a melancholic tune, but a sweet as well. His eyes close to see long-missed sunny days, light dancing between the leaves of a tree. Of city bustle but in a quiet, simple way, like the downtown areas of soliel.
He leans nearby and listens to it all. When it ends, there is faint and satisfied sigh from him before he walks up properly.]
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It's a melancholic tune, but a sweet as well. His eyes close to see long-missed sunny days, light dancing between the leaves of a tree. Of city bustle but in a quiet, simple way, like the downtown areas of soliel.
He leans nearby and listens to it all. When it ends, there is faint and satisfied sigh from him before he walks up properly.]
That was beautiful. A cover? Or a composition?