apparently he's upset I keep listening to "Once-ler's Traveling Madness"

[heardyoucall]

WILL YOU SHUT UP!? Aren't you supposed to be writing!? Stop that god-awful wailing you call singing and focus or I'll KILL YOU!!

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[heardyoucall]

W---....

[Oh God. Did you say you're a cat. Sanzo's suddenly on his feet, his breathing heightened. Oh God. Oh God. But you look human. Turns out he's not too good with cats.]

Cat...!?

[thepoet]

My, my... what is wrong?

[He pushes the hood back, revealing his ears Is he going to trigger your allergy, Sanzo?]

[heardyoucall]

[[ooc: As my Sanzo is from the manga, he doesn't have the allergy. He has something much worse. A crippling FEAR. (it's in one of the drama CD tracks and I take it as humor-canon. XD)]]

G-GHHKKK!! C-CAT! CAT!! YOU'RE A CAT!?!

[thepoet]

[ooc: Oh good, because the anime (at least Gensomaden) is a travesty XD]

I am.

[He sounds so calm, even if Sanzo is freaking out.]

Perhaps I should play something else for you.

[heardyoucall]

[ooc: to be honest, i love the anime very, very much. it's just a shame there was so much filler. even then, though, it was fun.]]

[Sanzo backs the hell away and once he's certain he's far enough that he can try to take a stammering, calming breath, he nods.]

J-Just play it f-from over there. Hmph.

[thepoet]

[ooc: Gojyo's hair ruined everything for me =/ ]

Aah, so the appreciation for music does not change, even if you fear the minstrel?

[Another half-smile, and he'll play another song.]

[heardyoucall]

[ooc: to be honest, an off-colour isn't enough to ruin an entire show for me]

Hmph! I never said I feared you! The music is fine.

[He'll listen, but his guard is up.]

[thepoet]

[ooc: I never could stop looking at it =P Reload and Gunlock were fine, though. ]

Mmhm. If you say so.

[That reaction said differently... but he'll play for you, Sanzo.]

[heardyoucall]

[ooc: I'm a lot more patient with colours XD]

[He relaxes the more he listens... almost forgetting a cat is nearby.]

[thepoet]

[ooc: XD ♥]

[The minstrel keeps playing this tune for a while, still keeping pace with flicks of his tail. When he finishes, he's almost purring.]

It is nice to see another person enjoying my music. It has been some time since I played for anyone else.

[heardyoucall]

[Sanzo's almost nodded off. He blinks.]

Why not play for others more often?

[thepoet]

Not all people notice my presence any more. I mostly play for my son.

[Ghostcat watches over his kid =/ ]

[heardyoucall]

I see.

[He isn't sure what to say.]

Play that first one again.

[thepoet]

As you wish.

[He'll play the first tune again, still smiling a little as his fingers move over the strings.]

[heardyoucall]

[Sanzo relaxes, sighing.]

...you have a great talent.

[thepoet]

Aa. We all have something we want to give to the world.

[heardyoucall]

I want to give the world a backhand sometimes.

[Oh, Sanzo.]

[thepoet]

[Chuckling, here.]

Perhaps it needs a firm hand now and then.

[heardyoucall]

Ah. It does.

[He looks over at the other once again.]

...you don't look much like a cat, to be honest... you're not one of those cosplay bastards, are you?

[This is actually Sanzo's kindness, as he doesn't find the other terrifying any longer, thus sees the more human part than the feline part.]

[thepoet]

[Shui looks a bit perplexed but then laughs.]

I'm afraid I do not even know what that is. I am a ribika, and in honor of our goddess, we refer to ourselves as cats.

[His ears wiggles a bit, showing that they were actually real.]

I suppose you can say that we are a bit of both human and cat, as our godess' husband has your human shape.

[heardyoucall]

...you're the result of successful human/feline crossbreeding?

[He's not sure what frightens him more: the idea that this person was slightly cat or that he descended from someone who bonked them.]

...are you certain?

[thepoet]

I would not call it that. There are no humans in our world at all, or four-legged cats. Just ribika.

[There's a smile as the strums the strings on his instruments.]

I was simply explaining that we are a bit of both.

[heardyoucall]

...I ...see.

[It's puzzling, but then again, so is Dear Mun in general.]

How long have you known how to play such music?

[thepoet]

[He seems cozy in his layers of clothing, cocking his head a bit to the side as he listens to Sanzo.]

Since about when I was my son's age, so around eighteen? Music was always part of my life.

[heardyoucall]

[Sanzo is reminded of someone for a brief flicker of a moment.]

What other talents do you have?