[For a household that was so pragmatic when it came to discussing murder on the farm, her housemates are surprisingly generous. It has Mio musing, even as she listens to him read the note and unwrap the parcel.]
It's definitely some kind of instrument, but nothing I've ever seen before.
[And therefore she'll be unable to caution him as to its actual cacophonous tone.] It's longer, so it probably has a heavy sound to it.
[Bloody hell. Right in front of her sensitive ears.
Said ears plaster themselves to Mio's head, and she holds one hand to her temple in reflexive response to the hellish noise immediately blaring as hard in her skull as it can.]
[She hesitates.] I'm not sure I know how to answer that question for certain. Should it really feel that way?
[She's someone who knew nothing about love until very recently.... but the hesitation in Mio's voice could just as easily be the reluctance of someone who just barely knows, but is already learning, that love is indeed capable of causing great pain.]
[This, too, is something she hesitates to answer at first. So many things over her ten terms have been cruel to the point of misfortune, all the orchestrations of an unending war that benefits none of the people fighting it. Even being brought here, spirited away from the one moment she might purposefully change the course of her life, is downright unlucky.
But even inside all that, the people she's met, the things she could see, the feelings that have grown in her heart... Where would she be without them? Her hand clenches into a loose fist right above the crystal in her chest.]
[She doesn't expect that sentiment or how kind of it seems, especially not on the heels of admitting that she thinks she's lucky despite all she's encountered. Mio's golden eyes widen and blink, and it takes her a moment to refind her voice. Will she truly understand love by the end of all of this? Will it hurt more top have it or to lose it? Finally, she speaks again.
[Is something he’s felt. In all his life, he thought he never would; that he’d be destined to be alone, that love would be something beyond his reach.
But those people he loved…where are they now? There’s a hole, but even without explanation the result is still there: they’re gone.
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‘Share the love around’, huh…?
[It looks like an instrument, but not one he’s ever seen before. Most ones aren’t made of plastic for starters.]
What…is this…?
[Someone stop him before he tests it out.]
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It's definitely some kind of instrument, but nothing I've ever seen before.
[And therefore she'll be unable to caution him as to its actual cacophonous tone.] It's longer, so it probably has a heavy sound to it.
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[He’s imagining a trumpet with more oomph to it.]
That wouldn’t be unpleasant.
[That’s enough for him to give it a try - one deep inhale and BWUUUUUUUUUUH.]
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[Bloody hell. Right in front of her sensitive ears.
Said ears plaster themselves to Mio's head, and she holds one hand to her temple in reflexive response to the hellish noise immediately blaring as hard in her skull as it can.]
What is that?!
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A truly…wretched sound…
[Oh, don’t sound so fond.]
I think it rather suits me.
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[She's still reeling slightly, perhaps even a little unsteady on her feet.]
You're welcome to it, though maybe we could add not playing it in the house to the rules?
[Offered with a cringing smile.]
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And if I wanted to ‘share the love around’…?
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I don't know if that's the case. I still think it's more painful than anything.
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[it’s real goth boy hours.]
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[She's someone who knew nothing about love until very recently.... but the hesitation in Mio's voice could just as easily be the reluctance of someone who just barely knows, but is already learning, that love is indeed capable of causing great pain.]
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[The memories are all beyond his reach, but the feelings linger: love is tied to pain.]
Do you consider yourself a lucky person, Mio?
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But even inside all that, the people she's met, the things she could see, the feelings that have grown in her heart... Where would she be without them? Her hand clenches into a loose fist right above the crystal in her chest.]
... Yeah. I do.
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With such determination, though, it doubly confirms her answer.]
Then you may be spared the heartache.
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Well, what about you?
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[Is something he’s felt. In all his life, he thought he never would; that he’d be destined to be alone, that love would be something beyond his reach.
But those people he loved…where are they now? There’s a hole, but even without explanation the result is still there: they’re gone.
Beelzebub’s face twists into a smile.]
…Is not something I’m meant for.