LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND COCKROACHES MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE INFAMOUS

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[secretequinox]

Zurahe+singing+Chi-Rho watching like a dumbass and being generally awkward.

[soundtricks]

/ponderface

ok I'll see what I can do

[soundtricks]

She doesn't talk much when they first meet, and the first time he hears and sees her do so, she understands why. The modulated, robotic voice isn't awful, but it makes her uncomfortable to hear herself talk- not obviously, but he's good at noticing details like that when they count. He does his best to pretend he doesn't notice it, and he can tell she's relieved when she doesn't have to explain the reasons for it to him.

After she Godtiers, it's difficult for most to get her to stop talking- her voice isn't unpleasant, not in the slightest, but she rambles off whatever comes to mind at any given moment of silence.

It gets better when she gets back to working her voice up to sing. She tries not to do it when she'll be heard, or when she thinks someone will come sneaking up on her- it's a strange sense of pride she has, not thinking she's up to par with what she used to be. So when he finally comes across her practicing, she's trilling notes, almost birdlike, eyes closed and face tilted skyward. She's so focused that she doesn't notice him until she stops her trills and starts practicing a proper song, eyes half-opening in the middle of a breath. She promptly tumbles out of the tree she's in with a spectacular flail of her arms and a shrill curse, though she pops from the shrubbery at the base of the tree a moment later, apparently unharmed. Well- save for her ego, that is.

He smiles, awkwardly, not quite sure what to say as she simply stares at him, still halfway in the bush, expression sulky and embarrassed.

"I do hope you don't mind, I was just... well, I was nearby and I heard- ah..."

She's standing, plucking leaves from the short, wild mass of her hair and brushing dirt from her stockings- he forgets, sometimes, that she's the other one who has a fondness for thigh-highs- before straightening to cross her arms and purse her lips at him, pouting.

"Right- do you need help getting back to your branch? I was thinking I might stick around and listen a while longer, still. That's alright, isn't it?"

She raises an eyebrow at him, and makes a point to dig her claws into the tree enough to leave gouges as she climbs back up to her perch- but when she settles again, she starts singing immediately, apparently disregarding his presence entirely. He takes that as permission enough to stick around for a little while.

The view of her legs in those stockings from where he's standing honestly has very little part in influencing that decision.