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[hunting-songs]

Smash or Pass + every Troupe member :)

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

"Ah..", the young womans smile seemed from one moment to another to turn stiff and the corners of her mouth started to ache like from a cramp. Senritsi tilted her head to the side but she smile never reached her eyes and she looked more rueful than actually amused: "Mhmmmm, Would you look at that, if I would have any less self control, I would think that here is another person who I would love to sing K. 231 composed by Mozart for. But thankfully I have that much selfcontrol." This time there was something that could almost be a amused shimmer in her eyes when she added sweetly: "Barely, however."

Senritsu shaked her head, chuckling over her own stupid joke before the quiet melody of her laughter drowned in a long sigh that was very heavyand very, very tiered. The Musican massaged her left temple with the fingers of one hand as if she was trying to massage a migraine away: "I had said it before, and I say it again: The company of massmurderers is not compiacevole for me. I do not date them, I do not kiss them and I do not get mhmmmm.... apassionato with them. Especially not with child-murderers. My standarts are low, but I have standarts." The icecold hand of a memory settled on Senritsus shoulder and a frown drew a worried line between her big eyes that digged into her face like a scar. She rememberd the moment in the car. She remembered Kuroros heartbeat. She remembered her horror. She remembered her horror over hearing someone who cared so little for his own life. Automatically Senritsu stiffned, but the icecold hand on her shoulder stayed, was heavy, digged its nails into her skin: "In fact, my standarts are so low they are basically a tripping-hazard in whatever underworld you want to believe in and still the entire phantom troup is limbo-dancing con giovialità beneath those standarts."

"They have my compassion. ", she thought about Pakunodas heartmelody: caring, gentle, worried and scared for her friend. So scared that it made Senritsu flinch just thinking about it. So scared that only remembering it made a sharp pain like a silverneedle stitch into her ears. Senritsu only shaked her head gently: "As anyone this broken who play cardgames while meters away people are slaughtered, would have my compassion. And that is all they can have from me, I am sorry, but its a hard pass for me."