[ Nanaue is mostly caught up in his own world, but he does notice the flying tangle of curly hair that is Eddie in the corner of his eye. He stops playing to watch again as the children crowd around his shorter partner, equally enamored by his headbanging antics. A few of them with their own long hair (and some without) start to imitate him to varying degrees of success - one child manages for about thirty seconds before losing balance, knocking into another. A tiny mosh pit.
Eddie might not hear it over the sound of his own instrument, but from his side there is an audible pop! If he were to glance over, he would see the manshark now sports a suspiciously familiar mop of curly, brown hair, his flute blowing now playing to the rhythm of his headbanging. ]
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Eddie might not hear it over the sound of his own instrument, but from his side there is an audible pop! If he were to glance over, he would see the manshark now sports a suspiciously familiar mop of curly, brown hair, his flute blowing now playing to the rhythm of his headbanging. ]