[Even through the general haze of her exhaustion, Makie makes note of a child on the street creeping closer, though she doesn't really glance over just in case she scares her off. The sun is too nice when she's been cold for so long (and that also feels strange, but leave it be.)
When Laura's close enough to tippy-toe stretch, she straightens, taking her arm away from the instrument in her lap.]
It's a shamisen. [Her voice is thin, but she tries to inject some kind of warmth into it. She probably fails.] A musical instrument. Are you familiar?
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When Laura's close enough to tippy-toe stretch, she straightens, taking her arm away from the instrument in her lap.]
It's a shamisen. [Her voice is thin, but she tries to inject some kind of warmth into it. She probably fails.] A musical instrument. Are you familiar?