[Probably a bit obnoxiously, Yosuke reaches over and pinches a few of Nill's feathers, gently. He's teasing her, trying to lighten the mood, hopeless as it is. There's a shadow looming in every corner, and they're all every bit as alive as they were when Shika was around to make them grow tentacles. Yosuke's stomach flips again, but he swallows hard and lets go of Nill's wing, continuing like nothing is wrong.]
But the drunks always love a good piano. Everyone likes music, right? Alcohol makes people remember that.
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[Probably a bit obnoxiously, Yosuke reaches over and pinches a few of Nill's feathers, gently. He's teasing her, trying to lighten the mood, hopeless as it is. There's a shadow looming in every corner, and they're all every bit as alive as they were when Shika was around to make them grow tentacles. Yosuke's stomach flips again, but he swallows hard and lets go of Nill's wing, continuing like nothing is wrong.]
But the drunks always love a good piano. Everyone likes music, right? Alcohol makes people remember that.