Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-11163511-20151220091157/@comment-25954732-20160711000546

"I can't say I have..." Ark scratched the back of his head nervously. "My family is not good with technology of any sort and I have a, well, let's call it flexible relationship with educators and general figures of authority."

"I'll try my best to understand how this works though." He took the box and noted its weight. If he had a mind similar to the people he interacted with (like Shirley, Tulip or even Vani as examples), he would had considered its potential as a bludgeoning object. As it stood though, Ark only saw it's potential to play tunes. Well, lack thereof.

"This is supposed to play music." It wasn't quite a question, but disbelief showed prominently on his face anyway. "Really." Ark hoisted the thing questioningly. "I'm not exactly sure how to use this exactly." He offered yet another sheepish grin. "Could you show me please?" It was one of the rare moments when he was actually polite.

The crux of the matter was that Ark felt off kilter. The circumstances were weird, the house was weird, his host was weird, hell, even the goose was weird! At this point, the future soldier boy was on the verge of fleeing, but he hoped the box would be worth it.

He still was incredulous about it producing music though.

((Nah, it doesn't bother me at all. We're cool. And thanks for the translation! =D I had a hard time reading it beforehand, but now I can understand it completely.))