:dad:default:Ah, you are here! Thank you for helping my studies along.
:bf:default:Beep.
:dad:default:. . . surely you are aware of  the nature of our meeting today?
:gf:default:Honestly, I think his head filters out anything that isnt singing. 
:gf:default:( or me . . . )
:dad:default:Ah! Not a worry, I will re-iterate!
:dad:default:I left my official studies in order to understand the most complex and elusive of ideas: 
:dad:default:The Heart.
:gf:default:In the romantic sense, or in the fleshy sense?
:dad:default:Both, and therein lies the issue at hand. 
:dad:default:It came to me on the loneliest, foggiest night in memory, waltzing down a cobbled road ...
:bf:default:Beep boop?
:dad:default:Cobblestone, not cobble pie. On this path, I overheard a lovely woman sing with her strained, 
:dad:default:yet beautiful voice, struggling to hide her pain with heavenly notes ... 
:dad:default:My own heart changed irrevocably. All those thousands of pounds sunken into 
:dad:default:scientific pursuits, and one fair woman changes my whole perspective. 
:bf:default:Beep?
:dad:default:Since that night, my research led me to numerous sonorous theories and 
:dad:default:physical trials in the hopes of replication. Perhaps you two can help. 
:gf:default:Sounds to me like you just had a crush on a pretty lady.
:dad:default:Hah hah, many women I have met afterwards prompted the same conclusion. 
:dad:default:But, what can I say, I am a perfectionist. Now the question is: Can you keep up?
:bf:default:Beep bap!!
:dad:default:Yes! That is the spirit, my boy! 

