[Mono makes a strange face, the paper scrunching ever so slightly with the contemplative expression underneath. Of all the words in his jumbled long forgotten vocabulary he has to remember, sitar is not one of them.]
"TV?" [He points to the ICP on the table. You ordered it through that? Yes Demyx. All screens are TVs. Just roll with it.
His tiny hand brushes against one of the strings and the vibration sends a thrum through Mono's entire miniature form, shaking him. He pauses a moment before doing it again. OH.]
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"TV?" [He points to the ICP on the table. You ordered it through that? Yes Demyx. All screens are TVs. Just roll with it.
His tiny hand brushes against one of the strings and the vibration sends a thrum through Mono's entire miniature form, shaking him. He pauses a moment before doing it again. OH.]
"Music."