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The gangster had not meant his words to be taken serious by the mummer and if not for her playful smile he might have considered that she had taken them as such as she made to beseech him, using a nickname that he'd only ever heard from the lips of his young ward and Qilaq. Would it have been anyone else but Lotte calling him Turo (with the exception of the children, of course) he would have raised issue. Yet, he enjoyed the sound of his nickname spilling from the lips of the woman that had utterly bewitched him. She admitted, with sudden timidity that before him she was likely to forget the lyrics. Arturo offered her an encouraging smile. Did he truly have that affect upon her? Arturo couldn't help but wonder. Alas, the gangster would never know as she drew in a breath and her melodious voice rose in song.

The gangster listened, spellbound by her beautiful voice as it flowed all around him. His tail waved absently behind him, ears cupped forth, attentive atop his skull as she sung for him, catching his nickname in the lyrics with a warmth that blossomed in his chest; and when Lotte finished she looked to him openly. “If I could listen to you sing every day for the rest of my life I'd be a happy man,” Arturo mused with a soft, meaningful chuckle. “That was beautiful, Lotte.” He murmured sincerely, ghosting toward her a step and though he deigned to embrace her once more (finding that he very much enjoyed the feel of her touch) he did not make to breach the bubble of personal space between them without her consent.

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