[ Haha, speaking of young men with burn scars... ]
[ That moment of silence is a saving grace, really, as it gives Squalo enough time to grab a new bow. He suspected this kind of thing might happen more now, but he still feels a second of frustration when it breaks during that final rise of music and volume. That goddamn fake hand. ]
[ He picks the new bow and stealthily slips its end through the spiky bracelet he's wearing, pretty much securing the tip over a narrow slip of his forearm not covered by the prosthetic. He might not be able to feel how he's holding it, but he can feel the end pressing into his arm, more so the harder he pushes the bow against the strings. This is how he's been managing to play again. ]
[ And just in time, he starts off gently and quietly again, barely a musical whisper, letting Koumei's voice carry the story. ]
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[ That moment of silence is a saving grace, really, as it gives Squalo enough time to grab a new bow. He suspected this kind of thing might happen more now, but he still feels a second of frustration when it breaks during that final rise of music and volume. That goddamn fake hand. ]
[ He picks the new bow and stealthily slips its end through the spiky bracelet he's wearing, pretty much securing the tip over a narrow slip of his forearm not covered by the prosthetic. He might not be able to feel how he's holding it, but he can feel the end pressing into his arm, more so the harder he pushes the bow against the strings. This is how he's been managing to play again. ]
[ And just in time, he starts off gently and quietly again, barely a musical whisper, letting Koumei's voice carry the story. ]