Music is a beautiful thing — to Boxten, anyway. Of course, that was a given, considering what exactly he was. Every clear note, every timed beat; the music box was accustomed to it all. He always had been. It was second nature to emit music, a comforting activity he wouldn't give up for the world.

He would never flaunt it, though. No, in fact, he really only plays any tunes alone. Anxiousness was a very real factor, a roadblock that prevented him from doing anything, really, if it was too bold or daring. He'd freeze up at the mere thought, fear for the worst, and shy away from the opportunity.

But this anxiousness didn't offset him entirely. All-in-all, he was always open to new things. He was learning to bake with Cosmo, willing to make new friends, and always trying to put a smile on said friends' faces. Even with his pessimistic outlook he couldn't help but cling to, he held the best of intentions for others. He wasn't the sort to idealize certain television Toons out of mere spite now, was he?

In the end, no matter the case, his kindness would always hold a special place in the hearts of others, and his music would strengthen their resolutions with every breath of creativity flowing through what powered his every move.

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