[ Cole does not like food, he does not need it, the smells is strange and he does not understand why others eat it. He likes sleep, though he never truly sleeps, he likes resting his head on the chest and listening to the heart beating fast─ ba dum ba dum ba dum ba dum.

( drums, the sound of drums. they echo and bounce and grow louder and louder. they won't stop. ) ]

Yes. [ He nods, overly large hat swaying with the movement. ] Are the others here? There are so many songs- sounds, twisting spinning, sunlight on the hair. [ It is hard to see behind his mop of hair, but he frowns. ] I can't hear them.