It's strange.
Momiji had wandered into the Bar for just a while, a few nights ago, presumably when
this was going on, and, ever since, he's had a vague, niggling urge for music. He'd ignored it, at first, or played his violin at home, but, now, as he trots through the door and towards the couch, still in his school uniform, it catches up with him all of a sudden.
Fortunately, he's shameless about things like this and just flops down on the cushions, singing along to himself. The song is English, something someone had been showing off at school, and, though his voice is a bit more chipper than is appropriate for the song, he manages to adopt an accent that isn't entirely terrible. He even has a good, if decidedly untrained and decidedly high, singing voice.
( Pretty things, so what if I like pretty things? )[Tiny tag: Broadway Goes Brutal]