Thread:YingHe/@comment-38701854-20191008015427/@comment-36159587-20191010190206

If anyone bugs them, the narrator will attack them with his pickle sword.

Hitan flushed a tiny bit, sputtered for a few moments, and then took a deep breath, deciding to just do it. His singing voice was an alto pitch, and surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, gentle and sweet. He hadn't sung it for a long time, and he felt slightly off, but he didn't go off-key, or sing the wrong letters.