Misha couldn’t help but burst into a short bout of laughter. “Me?” She kneels down slightly to slap her hands on her knees. “Sing?” It took her a moment to gather herself entirely, and when she did, the young girl would stand back up and wipe a tear from her eye after laughing so hard. “I’m tone deaf, imagine dunking a heated piece of metal into a cold bath of water. The sound it makes is how I sing - which is a nightmare. I can totally have fun though, that’s what I’m all about - good luck with getting a band together though. HA… Me. Singing.” The girl gestures a bit, lifting her hand up and making a flourishing motion. She would attempt to lean on Drake, resting her elbow on his shoulder to invade his personal space. “You got a guitar? Can I hold it? Do you fight with it?”

She then looked to Fenrir, watching as he introduced himself to Drake. The young girl would then lean off of the guitar boy, opting to lean on Fenrir now. “What about you? What’s your weapon? Can you sing?” [i]Control yourself Misha, you’re prying.[/i] Her tail would sway behind her at a slow, methodical pace - which didn’t match currently with Misha’s exuberant behavior.

As an added bonus, she would look to Fenrir, then to Drake, her violet eyes batting like a puppy.

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