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</div><br/><br/>"It is a good philosophy to have, and it comes in handy during the worst situation." Heather couldn't restrain herself from laughing at his two-step with an invisible partner, shaking her head this way and that. The musical sound dancing in the air yet again, it was as though she was playing an instrument...even without holding one in her hands. Her voice was the instrument. "I don't know if you can teach me how to play... Not to insult your teaching ability, but I'm not sure if it's possible for me to learn... I'm willing to give it a shot, however. You can teach me how to play, and I can teach you how to keep your instruments safe. It sounds like a fun deal." Bright blue eyes meeting his, she flashed him yet another smile...one few people ever see. A Death Angel hardly ever smile... given their job description, and yet...she couldn't help but do so around this man. Maybe it's his bubbly personality, and his cute, shy demeanor...or maybe it was because of how he was willing to just dance around, but still... it was rather fun to tease him. To talk with him, and so on. Her hand reached up to his hair, ruffling the messy brown locks before working on fixing it. "Is there anything I'd like to know about you?" she repeated. "Hm...I'm not sure..." Both hands rose to the occasion to fix his hair, the fingers gentle. "Is there anything you'd like to know about me?"