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"Oh my, oh my. :) Is that a guitar? :)" Setting down the McDonald's he'd gotten with Michael, Smiley drifted to the instrument lounging against its stand. He tilted his head lightly, observing its glorious sheen and beautiful colors. "My, oh my. What a pretty guitar. :) Very, very pretty. :)" he hummed, unwilling to explain how he could see through his paper bag. He stood up to look at his companion. "I played guitar before, you know. :) It's true, it's true! I did, I did! :) This family I stayed with was very musical. They played quite a bit of music. :) We played together. :) I played guitar, and they sang. I wish you could have heard how well they sang. :) Can you play me something? :) It would make me very, very happy. :)"

Aaaaaa these two 🥺

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"Aa, yes." Answered Michael, draw a smile while he tild his head, a few step slower than Smiley.

"Guitar is jolly and friendlier, to compare with cello's dark and mellow sounding," realized himself is a bit spaced out with the instrument topic, Michael give the other fellow a crooked smile with its written you don't seem like a guitarist much on the lips. Oh no, you want to drop death that soon Micheal?

"I'm pretty sure that guitar and my paper bag friend could get along well, jolly and friendly." He repeated back with a very good nature, a totally obedient face, "What can I play for you then?" picked up the guitar, "If you happy then clap your hands? But don't kill me if my hands can't clap because they shall be busy with the strings for sure." Still smiling, sound like lame joke than a begging for life.