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❝Memories of a falling flower, quick, collect the petals, collect the petals!❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF7BC1 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #4ba348】
|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF7BC1 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #4ba348】
|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||
As everyone dispersed, Flo was quiet as she wondered just what she would do for the talent show. She did have quite a few talents, but most of them weren't particularly impressive to show for a talent show. "Anything musical?" Sana asked, making a query. "Music tends to go well in human talent shows at least." Flo wondered if she was particularly musically minded. "I never learned to sing." She murmured. Because of her condition, they didn't want her stressing out her lungs trying to sing after all. "It doesn't have to be singing." Sana glanced about the room as she fished out some books to borrow from the shelf. They were back in their shared flat of course, the two rooming together. Unlike Echo, Sana didn't mind the breathing machine's constant vibrating.
"Oh, what's that?" Sana pointed over to a corner. Flo wheeled herself over to peer at it. "Oh, that's my old harp, back when I was newly hatched..." Her eyes grew somewhat misty as she recalled the old days when everything was happier, simpler. But now Shiro was gone and there wasn't much hope to save her, not with her being taken to Hell. "That really... brings me back to the old days." The Tower Society so foolishly believed that they had beaten the Third Impact. No one expected it to continue going on, even for years later. "Were you good? Did Echo have an instrument?" Sana asked, looking cheerfully at it. "No, I wasn't good." She made a wistful smile, remembering her clumsy plucking of the strings. "Echo had a violin. She was better at it than I was at my harp." They used to play in a band together, the gifts inspired by how the two babies loved the jingle eggs.
Sana sat herself down, thinking. "Okay, so music's off the table. Is there anything else you're good at?" She asked, making herself home on the velvet carpet. "Why don't we focus on you? Do you have any other skills?" Sana blushed, looking down, twiddling her thumbs. "U-um, nothing family friendly. Mom, um, she really wanted one of her daughters to take after her, um, and Amelia didn't want to..." Flo remembered Amelia talking about her tenuous relationship with her prostitute mother. "Yeah, I don't suggest you do that." Sana was too timid and innocent, she was better off not using her body to wile boys.
Flo knew that Cress was encouraging pairs to not use their powers, and instead find different talents not related to being demons or Agents, but what options did these two have? "What if we tried to tell good jokes?" Harris had been good at jokes, right? "What's brown and sticky?" Sana asked with a shy giggle. "A stick. Yes, I don't think that's an option either." Flo glanced at Sana's bracelet and then her amethyst eyes lit up with excitement. "I think I found us an idea."