[his eyes trail back down to their hands resting upon the instrument; a part of him tells him to pull his hand away, that he isn't worthy enough to so much as touch the violin in such a way, but he doesn't. he keeps his hand where it is, and honestly, if the Food Soul's wasn't there to hold onto his, Dohalim would have pulled away. this man and the effect he has on him, sometimes...
the idea of being able to play music with Red Wine gets Dohalim to look back up at him, the smile faded into something akin to curiosity]
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the idea of being able to play music with Red Wine gets Dohalim to look back up at him, the smile faded into something akin to curiosity]
...Would you truly like to?