However he acts, which is often and exaggerated, it's rare for Magolor to truly be emotionally affected by anything. The world can only penetrate so deep in him before it hits the carefully constructed wall around his core. But there is no resisting this feeling. After a few moments the smile begins to slide off his face, and his ears twitch, trying to decide without asking his brain whether to perk up to better hear or lower in deference. A part of him hates it burningly, in the same way he hates everything that loosens his grasp on his self-control—but even that is drowned out by the peace that seems to blanket both him and the world around him. For just these few minutes he could be back on Pop Star sleeping in the grass under the sun on his lunch break, stuffed with good real food that didn't come from a machine and doesn't taste like a meal run back and forth through Google Translate.
It takes him a couple of beats to realize the song has ended when it does. This is where he'd normally applaud. Bravo! But instead, he needs to rejoin reality.]
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However he acts, which is often and exaggerated, it's rare for Magolor to truly be emotionally affected by anything. The world can only penetrate so deep in him before it hits the carefully constructed wall around his core. But there is no resisting this feeling. After a few moments the smile begins to slide off his face, and his ears twitch, trying to decide without asking his brain whether to perk up to better hear or lower in deference. A part of him hates it burningly, in the same way he hates everything that loosens his grasp on his self-control—but even that is drowned out by the peace that seems to blanket both him and the world around him. For just these few minutes he could be back on Pop Star sleeping in the grass under the sun on his lunch break, stuffed with good real food that didn't come from a machine and doesn't taste like a meal run back and forth through Google Translate.
It takes him a couple of beats to realize the song has ended when it does. This is where he'd normally applaud. Bravo! But instead, he needs to rejoin reality.]
. . . I see . . .