[Dino skips a line, wondering what he should do, and when he manages it again, it's the same, but in lovely tones that seem more steady, and flow much better now that he's switched back to his native tongue. His eyes close, and he puts a hand by his upper thigh, fingers flexing like something's missing.
Something's missing. The words falter as he misses a rhyme, and he laughs quietly.]
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Something's missing. The words falter as he misses a rhyme, and he laughs quietly.]
Whoops.