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	» Age: 24 » Seeking: My adoring Karamatsu boys and girls ♡ » Preferences: I prefer to love slowly, enjoy the satisfying burn of melting desire!! » Interests: You, you, and of course.. you ;) » Bio: I am a man with my own mysterious soul, the windows of my heart guarded, yet yearning to find the person that Fate deems worthy of being my lover. Be the rose that I may pine after and adore, as I will hold onto you no matter how many times you prick me..
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[bottombitch]

[ ...He's going to be explaining this all night at this rate. Maybe the path of least resistance, despite how he squirms uncomfortably at the thought of it, is the easiest route. Well. Let's just... get this over with. ]

Fine.

I guess I know a lullaby... Clear used to sing it.

[glitterpants]

_{[ There's silence because he's waiting for it. He has no idea who Clear is, but he remembers that Aoba has a special voice of some kind. He can't wait to hear what the singing voice is like! ]}

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba can't face the screen, so he lays back down on his bed and leaves it to rest on his chest, facing up as he takes a deep breath. All Karamatsu can see is his ceiling and the light from a table lamp bouncing off it.

He closes his eyes and tries to stifle the performance anxiety that threatens to abort this little mission of his before it's even started. He thinks about Clear, with his white hair and pink eyes and his painful innocence as plain on his face as those two odd moles beneath his mouth. A true weirdo, but if he thinks about it... he kind of surrounds himself with misfits, doesn't he? So maybe the weird one is him.

...Aoba takes a breath and starts singing, tapping two fingers lightly to his collarbone to keep time. He's not practiced, he doesn't know how to project himself, and there are times when his breathing is uneven. He's not at all professionally trained, but his uniquely developed vocal chords carry the tune well. ]

Sway, sway, swaying between the waves
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkling, their voices drift into the distance

The dreaming jellyfish sing their song
and sleep on the gentle shore

Sway, sway, swaying, a ray of light
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkling, their voices drift to you

No matter when, as long as this song echoes out
In many colors, they hang in the clear sky

Sway, sway, swaying between the waves
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkling, their voices drift into the distance

The dreaming jellyfish play their song
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkling, their voices drift to you

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ There is complete silence on Karamatsu's end..
followed by snoring..

Looks like you've done it without trying to. ]</sub>

[bottombitch]

[ Aoba finishes the song, but he can't shake the feeling like he bombed it. Clear had such a beautiful voice that seemed made for it. It was also a little embarrassing, but he feels a little better after white-knuckling past that fear and just doing it, even if it wasn't anywhere near as good. ]

Eh?

[ He perks up at the sound, picking up his comm device and looking into the screen. He's so solidly asleep that he wonders if he even made it halfway through the song. With an amused huff, Aoba tucks an arm under his head and smiles, thinking it couldn't have been too terrible.

After a moment, he switches off the feed, but it'll be a while yet before he drifts off, reminded of a friend he's unlikely to see again. ]