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"gut," mahler murmured in a voice a shade warmer than before. his lips evinced no humour, yet his eyes seemed to hold a momentary encouragement. kierkegaard had struggled, his throat not fitting the heavy glottal tones any longer, but the variegated musiker had rather high and immediate hopes for his most unlikely pupil.
straightening, the man regarded the pallid warrior and his tilted head, slowly pursing his lips and cocking his own skull to the same direction. he knew not why he pursued the sensation, simply that to follow suit was satisfying in a small way. "vould you like to continue?" mahler murmured soon thereafter, enjoying the odd feel of what it was he had done with his head.