[Trucy was staring at the ceiling, mostly lost in her own thoughts, when he started to sing. She rolls herself back into an upright position, or as close as the beanbag will allow, and stares with wide eyes and slowly warming cheeks.
It's beautiful. A sort of strange mix of upbeat hope and wistful sadness that really speaks to her. Oh, wait. He's looking at her. He probably wants her to say something.]
Wow...
[That's all she's got right now. Fairly, the guy she has a crush on is serenading her. That's... taking up most of her brain right now.]
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It's beautiful. A sort of strange mix of upbeat hope and wistful sadness that really speaks to her. Oh, wait. He's looking at her. He probably wants her to say something.]
Wow...
[That's all she's got right now. Fairly, the guy she has a crush on is serenading her. That's... taking up most of her brain right now.]