[Okay, this is less manageable when he talks about his underwear. She tries reeeeeaaaally hard not to think about it as she just raises her glass and then drinks way too much in one go. She is going to need to be tipsy while she processes everything.
But she hesitates, the gears in her head switching as Five brings up the violin. She lowers her half-empty glass to the bar, frowning at the frothy liquid on top.
There’s a rim of froth on her lip. She licks it away absently.]
...I should, shouldn't I? I haven’t blown anything up by accident in a while. And... I do miss it.
[It’s an understatement. She aches for her violin. She hasn’t practiced in so long and she’s worried about losing her hard-won skill. It feels like losing her violin is losing her voice.
But also, losing her voice is a better alternative to blowing up the moon again.]
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But she hesitates, the gears in her head switching as Five brings up the violin. She lowers her half-empty glass to the bar, frowning at the frothy liquid on top.
There’s a rim of froth on her lip. She licks it away absently.]
...I should, shouldn't I? I haven’t blown anything up by accident in a while. And... I do miss it.
[It’s an understatement. She aches for her violin. She hasn’t practiced in so long and she’s worried about losing her hard-won skill. It feels like losing her violin is losing her voice.
But also, losing her voice is a better alternative to blowing up the moon again.]