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Uh Um...I was uh wondering um...since your so good at the guitar...um uh maybe you could teach Me some uh sometime?
"Well, I could teach you but where's the fun if it is for free? So, what would you offer in return?" Natemare hums with a grin.
"Still Being Nate's Pet?" He said with a small glare.
"Wonder what makes you say that." An almost tired sigh comes from the man.
Natemare. Did you so happen to erm.. lend your sword to… an.. elderly human woman??
I don't remember doing that. Although that may answer why I haven't been able to find it. Have you seen her?
You good? It’s been more than 3 days and I don’t know if anyone has checked up you.
So, I am unsure when this was received as I apparently did not get a notification for it. So apologies there.
"Well you're sweet." Natemare hums lightly from his seat. "Thank you for checking in on me. I am doing fine, just a little distracted."
How good is your family relationship with Phantom?
"Well, we don't check in on each other often. But it isn't bad. Just a normal sibling thing."
“Hmm, it has been such a long while since I have been around. So many needed to be dealt with, as well you know.” Mare stepped off the last stair and leaned into the room.
“So, are there any sirens remaining?” He hummed slightly, a grin pulling at his scarred lips.
Natemare stood from his chair to address everyone. He glanced around the Studio before finally speaking. “I would like to ask, or take a poll of sorts. Would my Sirens like to have a Discord server that we could all interact on? To answer, if you would like then just hit that pretty little heart in the corner. I’ll make a decision based on that.” The man stretched his arms over his head before resuming his relaxed stance. “With that I shall be off. Please do let me know your thoughts though.” He grinned before heading up the stairs, turning out the light behind him.
Natemare sat on one of the few chairs scattered around his room, plucking idly at the strings of the guitar in his lap. His gaze left the guitar and turned to the room he resided in, illuminated by a couple light bulbs hanging from wires attached somewhere in the ceiling. His gaze settled in one spot, a grin forming on his lips as he finally spoke.
“Welcome to the show.”
