(They'd appreciate it, even if it might seem a bit too good to be true.)
Chara cringes. It's more controlled then when they dropped the cymbals, because they were expecting a sound if not quite that one, but they do cringe even though they try their best not to. Their ears have metaphorically flattened, so to speak.
"There is no need to apologise." As if to compensate for the prior noise, their voice is at a murmur. Their enthusiasm for this, such as it was, is rapidly waning, but they hold their own bow to the strings and draw it, a lightness more out of hesitance than skill.
It's not a stellar note - scratching and warping oddly as the bow slips down the string, or strings where it accidently hits two. It does, however, suffice as a wordless way of... if not reassuring the other, deflecting concern with a tacit participation.
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Chara cringes. It's more controlled then when they dropped the cymbals, because they were expecting a sound if not quite that one, but they do cringe even though they try their best not to. Their ears have metaphorically flattened, so to speak.
"There is no need to apologise." As if to compensate for the prior noise, their voice is at a murmur. Their enthusiasm for this, such as it was, is rapidly waning, but they hold their own bow to the strings and draw it, a lightness more out of hesitance than skill.
It's not a stellar note - scratching and warping oddly as the bow slips down the string, or strings where it accidently hits two. It does, however, suffice as a wordless way of... if not reassuring the other, deflecting concern with a tacit participation.