cleverklugsā:
The boy blinked back in response, brows knit together in a mix of confusion and scepticism. Did Phantom R think he was going to rat him out for using magic publicly? Was he serious about āthe magic of musicā even though there wasnāt any such sound throughout their entire excursion?
If anybody here is crazy, itās not Klug.
āā¦Isnāt that just a figure of speech? There wasnāt any music playing, but you clearly did something because even I had to use a spell just to keep up.ā It hasnāt yet occurred to him that genuinely athletic people exist.
āSpell?āĀ
Phantom R was quickly becoming aware that he might be in the presence of some kind of wizard -- or maybe a fanatic -- peeled freshly off the page of an old novel or storybook. However, raised to be nothing short of polite to his guests, heād relent on quizzing the boy.
āHave you ever thought about how many hearts around the world are beating in time with one another?ā he asked instead, smiling to himself as if in on a secret. āOr about how many car engines are running at once? The rhythm of water as it runs? The sound each footstep can make?āĀ
He sat down on the floor by his jacket, Fondueās head finding its way into his lap, and brushed through the fabric of the carpet like he was searching for signs of life.Ā āEverything on earth has music to share, I think. Thereās a kind of magic in that.ā
