"Well, I don't know much about his private life, but in public appearances, he acts the way you expect the ruler of a military state to act. Meaning; with as much personality as a wall." Solaris responded with a light chuckle. Finishing etching out the Ouroboros mark, Solaris looked over the work in the mirror for a moment, before looking back down. "Hmm. Could you expose my arms up to the shoulder for a moment?"
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Standing up, Eddie stretched for a moment, then picked up the guitar, and hung it on his back. Leaving Malcor's room, he began heading towards the lounge. "So, my choice in music should be pretty obvious by now. But what about you? Do they even play music where ever it is you're from?"