08-04-2018, 08:40 PM
With lungs punctured and mangled beyond mortal repair, Beck knew he wouldn't be singing anytime soon. The boy could barely manage to huff out enough air to fuel his words sometimes -- he couldn't even play his old flute anymore, albeit that was to be blamed on his missing cheek. For once, he was morbidly glad to lean back on his excuse of death via lung failure and avoid an event as embarrassing as this. But he was more than happy to watch others warp their vocals to match a cheesy pop song or two.
The little poltergeist flopped down onto his belly on the outskirts of the quiet party, doing his best to force a weary smile from his disfigured snout when one of his peers glanced at him before slumped back into his distant scowl. Would anyone else actually step up to the challenge? Scanning over the three present while idly kneading at his chest, he doubted a mute, a worry wort, and a lab rat would have the guts to burst out in song before their clan. His notched ear perked as Delphi's voice confirmed his theory -- he had forgotten that most of the creatures he shared Tanglewood with had never been exposed to human media. Puffing out his intact cheek with an exasperated sigh, he turned his glassy stare to the vixen, muttering out, "It's just a dumb thing folks like to do for fun -- just gotta sing along to whatever, I dunno." Bony shoulders shrugged at his lousy explanation, yet before he settled back into his lazy sprawl, he tilted his head up at Delphi, sizing her up and blurting, "Ya should go up there and try, I don't see anyone else goin'. Ya kinda look like a singer to me." Was he genuinely encouraging her? Not entirely. Beck just wanted to something to happen at this drag of a party before he inevitably sulked off.
[align=center]»――➤The little poltergeist flopped down onto his belly on the outskirts of the quiet party, doing his best to force a weary smile from his disfigured snout when one of his peers glanced at him before slumped back into his distant scowl. Would anyone else actually step up to the challenge? Scanning over the three present while idly kneading at his chest, he doubted a mute, a worry wort, and a lab rat would have the guts to burst out in song before their clan. His notched ear perked as Delphi's voice confirmed his theory -- he had forgotten that most of the creatures he shared Tanglewood with had never been exposed to human media. Puffing out his intact cheek with an exasperated sigh, he turned his glassy stare to the vixen, muttering out, "It's just a dumb thing folks like to do for fun -- just gotta sing along to whatever, I dunno." Bony shoulders shrugged at his lousy explanation, yet before he settled back into his lazy sprawl, he tilted his head up at Delphi, sizing her up and blurting, "Ya should go up there and try, I don't see anyone else goin'. Ya kinda look like a singer to me." Was he genuinely encouraging her? Not entirely. Beck just wanted to something to happen at this drag of a party before he inevitably sulked off.