[ Squalo will give him one last smirk, now playing a slower, low melody that sounds pretty much like magic coming from the depths of Earth or something, and then finally looks away again, jumping up to shred on the instrument with extra force for the finishing chords of the song. ]
[ Once that's done, he'll be holding the bow up and soaking in the applause they're getting. He's not particularly concerned about the redhead; he's not going to complain if he finds him waiting backstage, but if the guy would rather go home and beat off on a bunk bed like a sad fuck, that's perfectly fine too. ]
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[ Squalo will give him one last smirk, now playing a slower, low melody that sounds pretty much like magic coming from the depths of Earth or something, and then finally looks away again, jumping up to shred on the instrument with extra force for the finishing chords of the song. ]
[ Once that's done, he'll be holding the bow up and soaking in the applause they're getting. He's not particularly concerned about the redhead; he's not going to complain if he finds him waiting backstage, but if the guy would rather go home and beat off on a bunk bed like a sad fuck, that's perfectly fine too. ]