Training Montage | Sceil Singing

"Midicus... you do know that sceils don't have lungs." Quince started, only for Midicus to cross his arms and raise an eyebrow lightly. "They also don't have stomachs, but that clearly hasn't stopped them, has it?" She chuckled. "Fair point." 

The two were looking towards Roite, the fairy sceil moving around and standing on the small makeshift stage that Midicus had set up for them. There was even a tiny microphone at the front of the stage, which was hooked up to tiny speakers, all functional. Quince partially wondered if there was anything that Midicus DIDN'T have in a tiny form for his imps.  Then again, if she had an imp that could sing in any way that wasn't just normal chitters and chirps, she'd probably shell out the cash for a tiny music set-up for them too. 

Roite started at the microphone, and then looked up at Midicus, their eyes turned down in concern as their body shook. "Are uh... Are they alright?" Quince asked, genuinely concerned at the small creature shivering in front of them. Midicus nodded with a slightly nervous laugh. "Yeah, Roite's fine. It's just that they're not exactly used to the whole... performing for an audience thing. Usually, they only sing for me and a few of their fellow sceils... so I'm not surprised they're a little nervous. Thankfully, I brought the one thing that'll always help them sing their little heart out." 

Quince was about to make a snarky little comment, a smirk appearing on her face, but Midicus stopped her. "And Before you say anything, I know they don't have actual hearts, it's a figure of speech." She still puffed out a small giggle before Midicus pulled something out of his jacket. Quince had expected it to be a picture of a landscape that reminded Roite of natural sceil habitats, or maybe just a treat that they really enjoyed- she didn't exactly expect Midicus to pull out another sceil from his suit. This sceil was a nice green with plenty of flowers in their embrace. "This is Elaphe, my talented little gardener aaaand-" He looked upwards, encouraging Quince to look towards Roite again. 

The little sceil seemed to be brought back to attention, no longer shaking and trying to puff out their chest in response to seeing Elaphe join the audience. "Roite's little crush." Quince tried to keep quiet, but couldn't help but let out a little delighted squeak. "Oh, that's adorable!" Midicus nodded, before gently holding out his hand that held the floral sceil to Quince. "Can you hold them? I still need to conduct Roite, and I need both hands for that." The gluttony bun nodded, already able to feel the sceil move from one set of hands to the other. "Yeah for sure." Elaphe found the woman's large hands a very comfortable place to sit, partially because Quince didn't dare move with such a dainty little creature in his grasps. 

Midicus lifted his hands lightly, An instruction for Roite to prepare themselves to sing. And when the sceil did sing, it was not what Quince had expected. She had expected hissing, actually, maybe a few muffled hisses to pretend to hum, but the sound that the fairy sceil made... it sounded almost too good. Logically, due to the way that imps were made, with no organs or significant internal body functions that would help or inhibit them, they had no limitations in the vocalizations they could make outside of... well, not being able to speak succubun language. But still, the music coming from the imp was incredible, with vocalizations that sounded somewhat like a miniature opera. The sceil may not have had lungs, but by murmur, they had something to sing with. Elaphe wiggled around softly in her hands, clearly also appreciating the music that was being put into the air. 

"Midicus." She whispered, getting enough to the other bun's attention for him to look at her, all while still conducting Roite through the music. "How did you even teach them to do this!?" She spoke, once again trying to keep her voice down while also getting across her absolute shock. Midicus just giggled. "I didn't teach them from scratch, I've just been helping them hone their talents- it's really mostly helping them with their passions. Quince made a shocked little noise, shaking her head for a moment before being able to speak again. "Alright, don't take this the wrong way, and I mean this with the most respect possible... but I don't fucking believe you." Thankfully, Midicus wasn't offended, simply smiling further. "Well, maybe you will by the end of the month, hm?" Quince doubted it, but who was she to jump to conclusions? 

When the song ended, the floral sceil in her hands started to make hissing noises of delight, slapping their tail lightly on her palm- which, Quince struggle a little with, only because it tickled and she didn't want to end up laughing and dropping the poor thing. Midicus clicked his device and gave Roite a small pat on the head, before lightly picking up Elaphe from Quince's hands and dropping them next to Roite as well. "Their reward for a good job is a pat on the head and some snuggle time with their friend." Midicus explained, emphasizing it by hugging himself with his own arms and rubbing his shoulders.

Quince had been doing this for so long, that she almost forgot how training imps could lead to adorable things like this... maybe she'd remember more if she continued to visit Midicus' little training corner.