He giggles,"Power of music. A little cliche. I just do it 'cause it's fun and makes me and others happy. Beats a desk job even if I'm homeless," *Then puts a hoof over his mouth,"Err, home-searching. That's what I meant!" *Grins a little to widely*
*Start vibrating with the force of his hoof-shake* "Y-y-e-s-s I-I al-l-le-dg-i-d-ly m-ma-kk-ke m-mu-s-ic." he says, trying to make himself look less skinny*
Midnight Strobe, who was just waking up from his patch of alley, got up, wincing as he accidenlty stepped on something crunchy*
(You don't mind if I use that as an entrance, do you?)