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embarrassed |
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music |
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Plug&Play - The Most Beautiful Face |
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[Legion is doing better, or at least seems to be. The Many have gotten used to the notion of singing to communicate, and they've been picking less and less dramatic and overwhelming song choices to have Max belting out at all hours, and if one were to speculate, they could say that seeing Hel has played a large part in his 'calming down'. At the present, his webcam seems to be on, but it's not pointed at anything in particular. That is, until it focuses a a little and Max can be seen sitting on the floor, settled against his dresser and thudding the back of his head dully against it, seemingly out of boredom. It isn't evident he's singing until his voice his voice, not the Many, not the rushed, need-to-relieve the pressure frantic voice he's been bandying across the community in various chopped together ballads. He's not looking at the camera at all. His gaze is distant, and Max's voice has a distinctly punk-sounding quality to it. It's not bad, but it's a little less musical-sounding than others.]
stay where you are don't take your bus asphalt is melting and cars are dancing i'd like to ask you but my legs are shaking now you know..
i want to listen how you're talking to yourself i can imagine that you're whispering my name your words are warm so you promise and swear i'll be your caffeine girl forever cause you know
you've got the most beautiful face in the world i know i'll eat your eyes and tongue to love you more [he mumbles a little through these next parts, not quite liking the lyrical content in relation to what he's thinking about] c'mon you've got the most beautiful face in the world i'm sure i'll cut your ears and lips to make you all mine
[He looks up, realizes the webcam light is on, realizes what he's said, where it's been posted, and pulls his arms up to hide his face before throwing a well-aimed Converse sneaker at the camera, knocking it off of his laptop, and onto the floor, where it films him just sitting there, covering his head for a moment before shorting out.]
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