Nothing ventured, nothing gained - in this case, something like music was innocent enough, even desirable, to track. It wasn't like following creepy laughter or chain rattling or anything else one might expect to find in an ominous, cobwebbed castle.
But nothing in this place could be normal, and he had to admit there were a lot more humans back in America where he'd come from. Kind of creepy music, but at least the shamisen didn't look like it was made of human bones and skin or something. Standards were fast dropping in Facilier's mind about what he could deal with, by necessity.
He listened politely to the music for a bit, only so he didn't immediately interrupt, but soon enough his nerve demanded he actually figure out what this being was, and risked speaking to him, "'Scuse me?"
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Date: 2016-10-11 04:20 pm (UTC)But nothing in this place could be normal, and he had to admit there were a lot more humans back in America where he'd come from. Kind of creepy music, but at least the shamisen didn't look like it was made of human bones and skin or something. Standards were fast dropping in Facilier's mind about what he could deal with, by necessity.
He listened politely to the music for a bit, only so he didn't immediately interrupt, but soon enough his nerve demanded he actually figure out what this being was, and risked speaking to him, "'Scuse me?"