"Tch, like I've never heard that one before..." Mimiru replies with a roll of her eyes, flicking the ashes off the tip of her cigarette over the edge of the roof.  The young woman pauses in thought, staring at Shine while she twirls the lit cancer-stick around in a slow circle with her knuckles, taking another drag before she replies in a puff of smoke, "I've got a song for you, though."<br/><br/>The first few chords sound a bit off, and anyone who recognized the song would know why--it was really meant to be played with a strong bass accompaniment, and certainly not acoustically--but she seems like she's used to 'compensating' for those sorts of deficiencies, as she quickly settles into recognizable rhythm even without the bass-line.  As she begins to sing, it's with a certain 'twang' distant both temporally and geographically, a sort of 'down home' Kyoto accent that sounds like it should be married to a biwa-player from the Edo period, or some colonial throwback; there's no placing it exactly, but it just sounds sort of old and earthy:<br/><br/><em>I heard your voice through a photograph,<br/>I thought it up; it brought up the past<br/>Once you know you can never go back,<br/>I gotta take it on the otherside<br/><br/>Centuries are what meant to me,<br/>A cemetary where I marry the sea<br/>A stranger thing could never change my mind,<br/>I gotta take it on the otherside<br/>Take it o~n--take it on<br/><br/>How long, how lo~ng will I slide?<br/>Seperate my si~d~e, I don't<br/>I don't believe it's ba~d,<br/>Slit my throat<br/>It's all I ever--</em><br/><br/>The teen really seems to get into playing: about midway through she shifts both feet flat onto the ground and leans over the guitar a bit--careful not to spill out of her rather strained top--pulling the instrument in toward her stomach and rocking with it as she picks at the strings with bare fingers, marrying the speed work of an electric to the reverberating twang of the acoustic for the solos.  Though, her concentration does seem to be largely consumed by the chords, as she only looks up now and again during the chorus to stare off the side of the roof.