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I want to marry Mori's voice. I am a humble deadbeat with a fetish for the perfect voice, and she has it.
When I was younger, I had dreams of producing and mentoring singers with smooth voices and perfect pitch. After years of living differently from the life I wanted, I fell into the abyss. Doors closed, bridges burned, old friends faded. I spent the nights trading soul for bones.
Then by chance, I found HoloMyth. I felt happy for a while, but something was still missing. From inside the darkness, I saw a reaper in a debut stream.
"A rapper? That's unique. Oh, I'm a sucker for pink hair and red eyes. Death-sensei? ...Is this tomboy trying to act moe? Oh fuck, she's kinda cute."
That was my first mistake. Mori is not cute. She's adorable. When she smiles, she gushes pure radiant energy as feminine as her pink hair. She's the kind of girly dork that would be comfortable cuddling with her best friends during watchalongs, just for the pleasant feeling of being close to someone.
Mori is not just an adorable tomboy. She's cool as fuck and a total bro's bro. I'm certain you have never met anyone even eighty percent as kickass as my dad. Not only does she rap, sing, draw, and animate, she wears a black hat too, and she spent years taking all five seriously. She is a workaholic alcoholic in the best way.
She would be far less cool had she not done hard time on the streets that she chose. Her bro attitude is most apparent by the way she treats people. She is warm, welcoming and always looking to help out. She doesn't let the little things get to her, unless they happen to be manlets, and then they go straight to a special place in her heart that she reserves solely for them. She has a healthy relationship with money, and she doesn't embody the vices apparent in the average person her age. Her joyful "WOOO!"s of triumph and frustration are simultaneously cool and adorable. Her laugh is softer than cotton, but painted in sweet summer shadows. Her duality redefines gap moe.
I lived for months inside my skeleton cave, alone, but not lonely, quietly listening to my boy's comforting streams, until one day, during an unarchived karaoke, her dark velvet voice became silky vermillion sauvignon. It didn't happen right away, but that silky red sound slowly dripped into a dark corner of my soul. Under layered blankets of sorrow, the red sound discovered a heavy locked box and passed through its keyhole.
That old box slowly filled with red until it finally burst open, and freed my forgotten dream. It rushed to the top of my awareness.
"That voice!"
My brain tingled with pleasure at the sound. My ears began to crave it.
When I listen to Mori, I know that my search for the perfect voice is over.
