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Time still plays his ocarina.
Sky plays along sometimes on his harp. With centuries between them, melodies had evolved and music had changed, but they still both know some songs that stood the test of time.
Time jokes that if they’re not playing in time, it’s entirely Sky’s fault. Sky can never find the words to argue with this.
“Because it’s true,” Time insists.
“Because I’m fucking dumb and I don’t want to say something rude,” Sky replies, looking him straight on. Time just laughs and lifts the ocarina to his lips again.
It lasts until Wind offers to conduct.