Consider him hooked, although they hardly know each other. Nightcrawler is all for music and doesn't seem to mind where he can learn more from. Sharing the experience with another person has always been the best way, though, in his opinion.
He continues standing there, tipping his head back and forth to the soothing noise. Some days, he wonders, what it might be like to have a proper singing voice. His courage to try always falters at the last minute, leaving him to hang his head or tuck his tail in disappointment.
Once she turns to face him, the teleporter stiffens, iridescent eyes widening with surprise. Not at the noticing of his blue, of course, but the fact that she's seen him now. Rose wouldn't be the first to ask about his peculiar appearance; he's been mistaken for an alien before. Doesn't bother him in the slightest. "I am," he confirms with a grin. "And you're an extraordinary singer." Which feels like they're stating the obvious.
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He continues standing there, tipping his head back and forth to the soothing noise. Some days, he wonders, what it might be like to have a proper singing voice. His courage to try always falters at the last minute, leaving him to hang his head or tuck his tail in disappointment.
Once she turns to face him, the teleporter stiffens, iridescent eyes widening with surprise. Not at the noticing of his blue, of course, but the fact that she's seen him now. Rose wouldn't be the first to ask about his peculiar appearance; he's been mistaken for an alien before. Doesn't bother him in the slightest. "I am," he confirms with a grin. "And you're an extraordinary singer." Which feels like they're stating the obvious.