[ She appreciates that more than he knows. Despite how obvious her emotions usually are, she's still... coming to grips with being so easily read. Rather, she's learning to allow herself and her feelings to be known instead of dismissing them away or hiding them behind smiles and a carefree attitude. ]
Oh, man, of course- I might. I might cry again, y'know, just... It's a lot! But it's not a bad thing, I swear.
It's the kind of thing I've just always dreamed of, I think. Having songs written with me as the inspiration or just knowing someone was thinking of me. I guess I'll have to think of a new dream to chase now.
[He understands that emotion may be too great to contain. That it may spill over into tears, but then, tears are not always negative. Elidibus himself has cried out of happiness many times, when given a safe place.]
You need not consider this dream over just yet. After all, there are many kinds of music, many genres one may be drawn towards. Perhaps you could dream further?
[He lifts a hand to his chin, thinking.]
But one may chase more than a single dream. Perhaps you could continue this one, and also dream of more?
[But that was neither here nor there right now. Elidibus casts a look around, failing to see anything that could play the music. Not unexpected, considered they are in the kitchen.]
[ No, they aren't always negative. Rosie knows this from experience but... Still! She prefers to avoid crying where she can. ]
Okay, well- You do got me there. I guess the ultimate dream would be a whole Rock album made just for me. [ It's fun to consider if nothing else. ]
But right! Right, yeah, just- Follow me. The record player is in one of the main rooms. [ He just needs to make sure he doesn't take a wrong turn. While her house doesn't keep anyone out unless she wants it to, the ghosts still have a bit of fun turning people around. ]
Then there you have it - keep that dream of your alive, and strive for that album of Rock.
[He is familiar with that music genre, and does enjoy it himself. Such energy is fitting for Rosie.]
I shall be right behind you.
[And he is! He follows dutifully, paying only slight attention to the halls and rooms they pass through, keeping close to Rosie. He does not know her house's layout, or of the haunted nature, but it is polite to stay with one's host as they take you through their house.
It is quite the beautiful house, for all its twists and turns.]
[ While she didn't start living among humans until '88, Rock was still alive and well into the 90s. Japan also had a bit of a musical lag when it came to western influence so, really, she got to enjoy the height of the 80s and 90s music during her time masquerading as a person. ]
Good, since the ghosts like to pull pranks on folks. [ Just casually saying her house is haunted, it's fine. With her leading the way though, it doesn't take long before she's sliding the door into the main living space and where she keeps an assortment of musical instruments and her record player. ]
You sure you'd good with me doing the honors? I know it's for me and all but... Still!
[The presence of spirits does not cause Elidibus to pause. Though, he does hope they refrain from pranking him on this specific occasion. He was here as a guest, after all.]
I do insist that you perform the honors. The gift is yours, for you to do with as you wish.
[He is drawn, however, to the assortment of instruments. Keeping his hands to himself, he still steps close, looking over each one for a few moments and smiling to himself. But he says nothing about them for now, instead turning towards Rosie and her record player.]
Whenever you are ready.
[He knows the tune will fit her personality, and makes sure to give her space to dance.]
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Oh, man, of course- I might. I might cry again, y'know, just... It's a lot! But it's not a bad thing, I swear.
It's the kind of thing I've just always dreamed of, I think. Having songs written with me as the inspiration or just knowing someone was thinking of me. I guess I'll have to think of a new dream to chase now.
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You need not consider this dream over just yet. After all, there are many kinds of music, many genres one may be drawn towards. Perhaps you could dream further?
[He lifts a hand to his chin, thinking.]
But one may chase more than a single dream. Perhaps you could continue this one, and also dream of more?
[But that was neither here nor there right now. Elidibus casts a look around, failing to see anything that could play the music. Not unexpected, considered they are in the kitchen.]
Where may we play it for us to enjoy?
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Okay, well- You do got me there. I guess the ultimate dream would be a whole Rock album made just for me. [ It's fun to consider if nothing else. ]
But right! Right, yeah, just- Follow me. The record player is in one of the main rooms. [ He just needs to make sure he doesn't take a wrong turn. While her house doesn't keep anyone out unless she wants it to, the ghosts still have a bit of fun turning people around. ]
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[He is familiar with that music genre, and does enjoy it himself. Such energy is fitting for Rosie.]
I shall be right behind you.
[And he is! He follows dutifully, paying only slight attention to the halls and rooms they pass through, keeping close to Rosie. He does not know her house's layout, or of the haunted nature, but it is polite to stay with one's host as they take you through their house.
It is quite the beautiful house, for all its twists and turns.]
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Good, since the ghosts like to pull pranks on folks. [ Just casually saying her house is haunted, it's fine. With her leading the way though, it doesn't take long before she's sliding the door into the main living space and where she keeps an assortment of musical instruments and her record player. ]
You sure you'd good with me doing the honors? I know it's for me and all but... Still!
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I do insist that you perform the honors. The gift is yours, for you to do with as you wish.
[He is drawn, however, to the assortment of instruments. Keeping his hands to himself, he still steps close, looking over each one for a few moments and smiling to himself. But he says nothing about them for now, instead turning towards Rosie and her record player.]
Whenever you are ready.
[He knows the tune will fit her personality, and makes sure to give her space to dance.]