While Harlock was used to being in a place that had no set day or night - gaining a rather odd cycle of sleep and wakefulness - which is probably why he's playing at such an hour.
Harlock continues, sensing Link's approach, any other time he'd ask about the pack, or his fish-filching, but right now his mind is light years away. Once the final note slips out, and fade among the whisper of waves and creak of ships, he lowers the instrument, his eye going upwards.
"Couldn't sleep either?" He asked almost conversationally.
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Re: Flotsam
Date: 2024-10-22 02:16 am (UTC)Harlock continues, sensing Link's approach, any other time he'd ask about the pack, or his fish-filching, but right now his mind is light years away. Once the final note slips out, and fade among the whisper of waves and creak of ships, he lowers the instrument, his eye going upwards.
"Couldn't sleep either?" He asked almost conversationally.