*Zib leaned over the counter of the bar, He sighed when you pointed out if he should've been playing onto the stage or not. And sat up and leaned over to you.*n"For who? That guy?” Zib asked, scoffing and he rested his elbow onto the counter. He rested his chin in his palm as he looked at you up a down, Hiccuping. “What about you, Mouse? Or Shall I serenade you... Personally?~"