Nooo idea what I'm doing. Also no self-control.

[musicalmonster]

Krrrrk~!

[That happy little chirp was flea-speak for "don't worry so much!" Of course, a voice test would be easier to do if Francoeur could actually speak, wouldn't it? Well, at least he can sing. How about a guitar? There we go! Let's try this again...]

You feel unprepared~
But don't be scared~
You'll learn my voice~
And soon rejoice~!

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[awfulsentimetal]

[Is... is that singing... what even is that.]

Are you sure you wanna be encouragin' your mundane, bucko?

[musicalmonster]

[That guitar strumming trails off into silence, and Francoeur just tilts his head to one side with a curious chirp, mandibles clicking. What do you mean, giant metal cowboy man?]

[awfulsentimetal]

[...Uh. How exactly is he supposed to communicate with him? The Spine tilts his own head and regards Francoeur with curious green photo-receptors.]

They're not exactly known for bein' the kindest. Uh. Do you... understand words?

[musicalmonster]

[A cheerful nod, another chirp, and then the giant flea picks up the guitar again and resumes playing - not really aiming for a tune, just strumming random chords that he makes up as he goes along.]

I understand, but I can't talk~
That's what made the mundane balk~
Instead I chirp or squeak or sing~
Don't know why, it's a movie thing~

[DAMMIT FRANCOEUR, THERE GOES THE FOURTH WALL]

[awfulsentimetal]

[A... movie thing? He pushes the brim of his fedora up and gives Francoeur a dubious look.]

...Huh. Well, it's, uh, good to know you understand me, anyway. Not a bad voice for havin' to sing to speak in, gotta say.

[rarebird]

[Laughing]

Oh Francoeur. I don't doubt for a moment zat your mundane will be able to learn your voice. You've such a sweet voice, after all.