"Where do you even find this sort of thing?” (irinaught) to Damuron Since we wanted them to meet originally XD
Damuron peered over to the gramophone on his counter, quirking a curious brow. “That?” He pointed. It seemed he was right in assuming that the old music player was the object of Iri’s confusion. Shrugging, the doctor smiled. “Just at a weird stall in Marksburg. They had a couple, actually, but this one was...” Nostalgic was the word he was looking for, but he just smiled to Iri. “It’s cute, don’t you think?”













