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</div><br/><br/>Heather leaned forward...capturing his finger before it retreated. After nibbling on it for a moment, she licked the tip, and let it go. "Maybe...Maybe not. I rather like my hair, whatever the reason may be behind it." Her smile was dazzling and unexpected, more brilliant than even the largest diamond. There was nothing unnatural, or relatively fake, about the young woman. It was actually... fun, playing around with Otto, exchanging little facts, doing it for the sake of getting to know each other. It did ward off boredom, as well. "Hm... I used to train with my father in the ways of self-defense... He had never fought in wars or battles, but he was a firm believer in being able to defend oneself. After his death, I began traveling around the world, learning the various methods of fighting...with weapons, and with just my hands. As for your question...I just never gave music much thought. No one in my family was ever musical. We didn't have much money, either...so we couldn't afford something as extravagant as music lessons." Once she bopped his nose, she stretched her arms high above her head, the black tank top she had on stretching across her breasts. Even a bit of flat stomach was exposed.