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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Otto Hindel</span><br/><br/>Otto nodded, taken off guard by the smile. For a second he couldn't quite operate. Eventually he shook it off and was able to continue.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"Train with your father hm? I'll admit, that's a good philosophy to have. Every now and then, a little self-defense practice comes in handy. Or so I understand..."</span>His eyes suddenly lit up and his grin turned into a full blown smile. Not as dazzling or unexpected as Heather's, but it was warm, and friendly, and filled with all the bubbliness of a carbonated beverage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"We could always trade off you know. I could teach you how to play any instrument, and you could teach me how to keep said instruments safe. I'd say it's a rather fair trade. Although I'd argue that music isn't extravagant, it's essential."</span>He winked, bringing himself to his full height suddenly. One of his eyebrows went up and wiggled a bit, trying to coax a laugh out of her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"Music keeps the soul healthy. It's what allows us to dance."</span>He started doing the two step with an imaginary partner, whirling around, not paying attention to the others.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"It's what allows us to feel. Happy, sad, angry, all of it. It even gives us energy when we need it and comfort when we want it."</span>He stopped in front of her, hand outstretched.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"Music, is in effect, life itself. Not extravagant, but basic in every form. And combined with other basic forms, it makes something beautiful."</span>His eyes were filled with brightness, and his hair was slightly less messy than it had been a few minutes ago.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">"I asked you a question... is there anything specific you'd like to know about me?"</span>