He smiled playfully. Why explain when he could just demonstrate? He reached for his guitar and he began to play a hauntingly remorseful melody. His smile vanished, and he lowered his gaze. The poor bug looked on the verge of tears as he chanted about despair and crushed hopes. Just as his sweet voice was perfect for love songs, it was eerily suited for sorrow as well.

As the short song ended, he sighed and his posture slumped. A few customers that were close enough to hear applauded. Francœur peeked at Jinto from under the brim of his hat. He smiled; did he like that type of music?