A frown came upon his face as he pondered on the thought. Cleaning? Fun? "Well," he began slowly, "I suppose with music, it could be all right.. Calming too, as long as nothing breaks," the ferret boy ended with a nod, ears perking up.

"Oh.. You think so?" He asked, looking over at Taem. "No one really talks to me, I guess they think I'm strange or something.." He fiddled with the edges of his skirt, not sure why he didn't have any friends. Sure he kept to himself, but that was because no one really talked to him, whether he tried to talk to them or not. Well, Taem seemed to like him at least, so maybe he wasn't as odd as he thought?