"I know, I know!" she said, laughing at the mental image. "I just know that I wouldn't like to be some monkey performing on demand." Which was one of many ways of seeing it. Her own views were seldom positive or happy in any sort. His own were so different from hers. More open and carefree, that much was certain. He looked at it as learning experience instead of an annoyance--that he had made clear.
She rolled her eyes as he tried to convince her that making friends was a thing she could do. "Yeah, yeah. Most of the school already hates me, and honestly, I'm not looking to fix that. I don't need them." As he commented on her face, she deadpanned at him, but she couldn't keep it long before she fell into laughter and wide smiles. "Hey you get more of this than most, so don't even."
She shook her head at him. "You say that now, but watch, your record will run you ragged. Despite your intentions you'll be too busy." She wasn't trying to discount him or his words, it was just how things seemed to go. Once you got your footing, everything revolved around the work in that industry. There was nearly no such thing as free time, and when there was, it was obnoxiously late. "But if you're ever there, Merlin, that would be the best thing ever. You'd best see me pre and after game. Call me. Owl me. Whatever. I want to know you're there." Because his time would become so much less, and so much more precious, and she'd want to make the most of it.
She took a bite of her pizza, the chewing slowing momentarily as he stated he wasn't diappointed in her either. She was honestly surprised by that, and it took her a moment to remember she had food in her mouth. He confirmed once more they were stuck together as he nudged her and she grinned as she swallowed, that feeling coming back around again--the one she couldn't help, but could no longer deny, either. "That's right. I'm not about to let you go for anything." She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but made no expression or motion to otherwise draw attention to it.
She clapped as he found some twigs, bobbing her head as he began drumming, a grin quickly spread over her face as her head tilted to the side, letting the hair fall over her shoulder. Soon her body started moving in time with the beat he made. He paused and grabbed Sapphire, and soon enough his voice rang out. That beautiful siren's voice of his that she adored almost as much as the person who held it.
She began snapping his finger as he began the bridge, making sure everything was clear before she stood up and moved over. As he pushed into the chorus her body began to move wtih the beat, hips swaing, shoulders bouncing, arms and hands moving through the air. As he hit his falsetto, she did a spin and slid. As he fell into the second verse, she bent down and scooped up a napkin, crumpling it up as she seated herself next to him, bobbing to the music and gently nudging her shoulder to his.