This... [Once up, Barnaby placed a hand gingerly on the side of the device. Just the standing part alone had been a challenge, so he was certain he had reached some sort of victory by the mere fact that he wasn't teetering over where he stood. Well, the longer he was up, the easier it seemed. He hadn't quite reached a state of pure, intoxicated hopelessness, even if he was well on his way to that point. But this? This was fine.

And showing off his stereo? Even better.] A present, from Mr. Maverick.

[Probably one of the best ones he had gotten, although it was more of a mixture of presents. A celebratory welcome-to-your-first-apartment gift, a congratulations for finishing high school, even a growing-up sort of gift for leaving the orphanage. Either way, Maverick had spent some lavish amount of money on it, and it fit quite nicely. Barnaby pressed the on switch, a gentle waltz filling the room.

He smiled at Kotetsu, patting the device again.] Sometimes I just sit there and listen to music for hours. It's... It's hard, thinking about Ouro... Ouro...

[Ouroboros, although Barnaby's mind was already drifting past that.]

Oh, I know this song. I like this song. I think 's Chopin.