And... ha ha, that sounds like indulgence rather than being super-interested, but he still appreciates being humored, and finding a stranger to be friendly is always nice! He perks up straight away, his smile bigger and brighter!]
Oh -- a -- all right! Hehh, thanks!
[He tails just a couple of steps behind the man as he heads over to fetch the song list, watches him take the book - and when he's come back over, he looks at it eagerly before... his expression starts to falter deer-in-the-headlights blank.
He can't... really read, though he's been trying to pick up what he can since he found himself here. It makes sense, he guesses - people don't usually teach dogs how to read, do they - but still. Not exactly smooth of him, here.
He'll stall for a moment while they - as much as "they" can - start to look through. Leans over the book the man's holding, his brow knitting with... what might look like interest; it's more self-conscious focus. His tone's a little absentmindedly quieted and flowing, inflection conversational. Starts to shake his head to himself partway through.]
Uhh -- have you recognized any of the songs everyone's been singing here? 'Cause I haven't.
[Little shake of his head on that last bit. And then he looks up from the book, dialing a sheepish little smile back up.]
Then again... I'm a shinki, right? [Smile goes wider; rubs the back of his head. Words come out fringed with a little of a laugh!] If -- if I knew a lot about music while I was alive, I... guess wouldn't remember any of it, anyway!
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And... ha ha, that sounds like indulgence rather than being super-interested, but he still appreciates being humored, and finding a stranger to be friendly is always nice! He perks up straight away, his smile bigger and brighter!]
Oh -- a -- all right! Hehh, thanks!
[He tails just a couple of steps behind the man as he heads over to fetch the song list, watches him take the book - and when he's come back over, he looks at it eagerly before... his expression starts to falter deer-in-the-headlights blank.
He can't... really read, though he's been trying to pick up what he can since he found himself here. It makes sense, he guesses - people don't usually teach dogs how to read, do they - but still. Not exactly smooth of him, here.
He'll stall for a moment while they - as much as "they" can - start to look through. Leans over the book the man's holding, his brow knitting with... what might look like interest; it's more self-conscious focus. His tone's a little absentmindedly quieted and flowing, inflection conversational. Starts to shake his head to himself partway through.]
Uhh -- have you recognized any of the songs everyone's been singing here? 'Cause I haven't.
[Little shake of his head on that last bit. And then he looks up from the book, dialing a sheepish little smile back up.]
Then again... I'm a shinki, right? [Smile goes wider; rubs the back of his head. Words come out fringed with a little of a laugh!] If -- if I knew a lot about music while I was alive, I... guess wouldn't remember any of it, anyway!
[Wide blink!]
Um -- my name's Toboe, by the way!