[ He's very quiet, but he looks kind of sad, almost as if he is trying to hold back tears. What was that even about? In fact, looks like he is rubbing of his eyes— poor thing.
Contemplating some more, he plucks at the harp again, this time a more playful, upbeat tune. Hopefully Osomatsu likes that. ]
"Would you know the kind of maid, Sets my heart a-flame-a? Eyes must be downcast and staid, Cheeks must flush for shame-a! She may neither dance nor sing, But, demure in everything, Hang her head in modest way, With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say, 'Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Though I die of shame-a!' Please you, that's the kind of maid Sets my heart a-flame-a!"
[ And so forth, so forth. He seems a bit happier with this choice of song, but after he's been seated here for awhile, he decides to stand.. to leave..? Though he feels an odd presence and looks in the direction of Osomatsu, squinting slightly. ]
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Contemplating some more, he plucks at the harp again, this time a more playful, upbeat tune. Hopefully Osomatsu likes that. ]
"Would you know the kind of maid,
Sets my heart a-flame-a?
Eyes must be downcast and staid,
Cheeks must flush for shame-a!
She may neither dance nor sing,
But, demure in everything,
Hang her head in modest way,
With pouting lips, with pouting lips that seem to say,
'Oh kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me,
Though I die of shame-a!'
Please you, that's the kind of maid
Sets my heart a-flame-a!"
[ And so forth, so forth. He seems a bit happier with this choice of song, but after he's been seated here for awhile, he decides to stand.. to leave..? Though he feels an odd presence and looks in the direction of Osomatsu, squinting slightly. ]