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"I don't know," he says, looking at the ground. "I got distracted, I guess. I'm not used to being able to just get things the way you do, so... I just got it the way I do."

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"If I get you a set of bracelets," she says, "will that fix this problem, or will they not successfully remind you?"

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"I don't know," he repeats. "Maybe? Probably?"

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Isabella rubs her forehead. "Okay. We can talk more about this later, I guess. Let's go listen to Serah and whoever she's singing with." She picks him up, does not slip, and launches.

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He snuggles nervously into her arms.

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Isabella kisses his forehead. "I'm sure you can get used to being law-abiding. I'll help you, okay?" she says as she goes over the top of the mountain and descends to the plateau where harmonics are sung. Serah's and her friends' are already underway; they're doing a folk song harmonized at snug intervals, and Serah and one of the other women is swaying to the beat.

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Micaiah makes a quiet grumbly sort of noise, then smiles and cuddles up a little more happily.

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Serah and company finish the song and turn over the responsibility to the next group, a mortal woman and what appear to be her two angel children. Serah bounces over to them. "What's got you so solemn?" she asks, ushering them away from the music so they won't compete with the soaring voices.

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"Solemn? Who's solemn?" he asks with a playful grin.

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"Isabella is. Did something happen? Trouble in the fated fairytale?"

"It's - minor," says Isabella. "Micaiah put something in his pocket without remembering to ask me to flash my bracelets for it, and it was embarrassing to go back about it."

"Oh. What'd you get?" Serah asks Micaiah.
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"Just a little knife," he shrugs. "I thought it was pretty."

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"Oh. Well, I'm due to practice," Serah says. "I'll leave you two..." She pauses significantly. "Aloooone."

Serah scampers off.

Isabella stands in the corridor, looking down at her hands.
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"Hey," says Micaiah, resting a hand on top of hers. "I'm sorry."

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She clasps his hand. And after a moment's thought, kisses his knuckles. "No harm done," she says. "...Do you want to see if there's a spare practice room and learn something?"

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"Sure!" he beams, and kisses her cheek.

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There is one spare practice room. They seize it. Isabella starts flipping through the racks of disks. "What strikes your fancy?" she asks. "Anything in particular?"

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"Pick something you like," he suggests.

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Isabella plucks a disk from the collection. "This is Uriel and his daughter, instead of Hagar - I can match Prisca's range without a problem," she says. "Will it interfere with you learning his part if I sing along with hers?"

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"Even if it did, I like it when you sing."

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"I can sing anytime," Isabella chuckles. "The idea here is to learn the piece. If you'll be able to pick out what Uriel's doing when he's competing with me as well as Prisca, then that's fine."

She pops the disc in. Prisca opens with a high, crystalline note that Isabella matches.
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Micaiah closes his eyes, and smiles, and listens.

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Uriel comes in two measures later, and his range is indeed impressive, although Micaiah can hit every note he utters in this piece, just as Isabella can match Prisca.

It's a long song, nearly two hours start to finish - a mass intended for the Gloria, sung one year when Hagar's voice was ruined from a cough - and Isabella has the entirety memorized.

She sings like she's crooning directly into Jovah's ear.
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It's absolutely glorious.

And he pays attention to the part he's supposed to be learning, too.
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At the end, Isabella says, "Want to hear it again and see if you can join in for some bits?"

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"Yes," he says immediately.

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