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If I can use the head as an armrest, it is short. If I can use the shoulder as an armrest, it is short.
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Pic always hummed along with it. As she kept humming, Pic's song of mourning changed to a song of rememberance, peace, and looking towards the future. Pic kept humming, and he grew more and more tired. Right before he passed out too, he looped his song on the staff to let it keep running as they slept.
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Pic smiled, held her, and messed with her hair as she slept. He relaxed, and for the first time in a while, felt peace.
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Pic hug tightened. "So we are doing this now," He hums, the smile evident in his voice.
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Pic hesitantly placed an arm around her. "And I'm not much more than a collection of notes on legs, struggling to be of help to anyone. So? I can still love you."
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Pic hums for a minute, and his song turns to one of mourning. Sweeping melodies were hummed under his breath. He spoke after a few measures of this. "Before coming to the clinic, I had no one who truly cared about me, and not many people, if any, I truly cared about. I could sing, but it was the only thing that made me happy. It was the only time I felt alive. Sometimes here that is still true," He let a few notes ring out. "But here, I've started to care about people again. People are caring about me, and it makes me feel alive! If I don't care, I die inside. My soul stops singing. I don't know if you feel the same way, but the way you kissed me and the way you care for Jar Man makes me think you feel similarly." Pic turned and smiled at Aventine. "Plus, you're not He Who Ends. You can't kill me by being with me any more than I can kill you by being with you."
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"Why?" Pic hums.
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Pic hums for a moment, then speaks. "I care about you. A lot. And I don't want to go back to where we were before."
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I HAVE SMELLED THE FOOD Where the food be at?
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STORM IT! CAN WE PLEASE STOP THIS! I'd love to go one week without losing the game
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Pic snaps out of his reverie. "Huh? Oh, yeah!" He sits on the floor close to Aventine. He hums for a second. "So... what the heck are we?"
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Pic was able to match the tone, but something felt... more about the way Lerac was singing it. In the few seconds that the tone was generated, Pic cycled through a very typical chord progression. He could feel something was important about Lerac's tone, but couldn't quite access it. he continued to watch Lerac after the crow flew away.
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Pic watched all of this with keen interest. When the crow materialized, Pic grew very interested. When the incantation was being spoken, he was intrigued, but not invested. That all changed when he heard the tone. Pic instantly stopped singing, and his shelf of books fell to the floor. His head snapped towards Lerac, and he attempted to mimic the tone.
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"Who is Trevor?"
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Pic picks up the book, holds it in front of him, and unlatches the lock.
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Pic shook his hand, surprised that the cut had been healed. "Sure," he replied, absently handing the book over. It was called No Wait Communicate: A Guide to Speaking to the VIPs of the Universe. He then looked at the book, "Ae you gonna do anything if I unlock you?"
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Pic looked at the book again. "Hold on," he muttered. "I'll open you up once we take care of this."
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Pic noticed a new book glow, picked it up, and added it to the ever-growing stack. On the way back tot he table, Pic noticed this oddity. He picked it up, shrugged, and placed it on the front of his shelf so it could see where it was going.
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Pic shrugged. "It's just reading, but that is fair." He starts to hum a strong folk melody, and the five lines of light spring from him and create a shelf. He walks around collecting all of the yellow-tinged books and bringing them back to the table. After a few minutes, the book stack piled nearly as high as Pic himself.
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Pic sat next to Aventine with a few of the other books that glowed yellow. "While we look, do you want to talk?"
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"Jar Man, I don't think those are gonna be allowed into the library," Pic hums, walking with Aventine. Pic stared in awe at the vastness of the library. Shelves went as far as the eye could see, and then some. Each shelf was filled with books and with knickknacks and jars of...things. There had to be so much here! "On second thought, maybe the eyes are allowed..." Pic hums. Pic shrugged
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@Weaver of Lights @The Aspiring Archivist @TheRavenHasLanded Pic just kinda stares at the lock. “Who has the key?” He wonders aloud.
