[Mio is still close enough to his chest that she can feel the thrum of music there, the soft hum of chords familiar to her because they're the ones usually made by her breath and fingers as she plays her part. Even as her arms untangle themselves from his waist, she feels the music in her heart and blood.]
Hm?
[Her ears lift in curiosity. The soft lilt of Mio's voice is a question, but it's the kind of asking where one already subconsciously knows the answer. Those things she doesn't have words for, the things she can't speak into reality.
So all she has for him is a curious, questioning noise, studying his face before she obediently closes her eyes.]
no subject
Hm?
[Her ears lift in curiosity. The soft lilt of Mio's voice is a question, but it's the kind of asking where one already subconsciously knows the answer. Those things she doesn't have words for, the things she can't speak into reality.
So all she has for him is a curious, questioning noise, studying his face before she obediently closes her eyes.]