[If Afonso was sitting instead of standing he'd probably be resting his chin in his hands, but he still looks at Diarmuid with rapt attention. It's not hard to tell that the calming piece might be a lullaby. He smiles a little to himself, leaning against his crutch and letting his eyes fall closed briefly until the piece is done.
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He's always been fond of lullabies...]
What's this song called?
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Um... I think I just called it "Children's Lullaby."
[Naming songs isn't exactly his strong suit, okay?]
I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER SEEN THIS ICON BEFORE it's so cute ;;
[He grins, and if this was supposed to be embarrassing Afonso doesn't see it that way.]
Better than just calling it "that stupid tune" like Rhyleigh does.
I don't get to use it that often, so you might not have! :-D
[Diarmuid smiles, suddenly not feeling so bad.]
Well, I guess that is technically a name.
[No, not really...]
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[He rolls his eyes, but grins.]
I'm also not including some of the foul language he tosses in between the words.
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[Diarmuid rolls his eyes, seeming offended for all of about 2 seconds.]
Unless it's a drinking song, of course.
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[There's such a fond exasperation in his voice.]
The things one puts up with for love.
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Indeed. Let me get this tuned up and I will give you a longer concert. Thank you again for such a wonderful gift.