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Star vs. the Forces of Evil.

"Star!" Marco called from the kitchen. "Star, can you help me?"

Nothing.

"STAR! Could you come here for a second?" Marco called louder. She should be in her room, why didn't she hear him?

Again, the only response he got was dead silence. Marco sighed, took off his oven mits and headed upstairs, hoping to find Star. On the stairs, he suddenly heard a quiet tune. Where was it coming from? He reached the second floor, listening attentively. It was defiantly coming from Star's room. But there was no way it could have drowned out his calling. Marco raised his eyebrow, and knocked uncertainly a couple of times. Having received no response, he knocked louder; with no answer. Finally, he grabbed the door handle, and slowly, cautiously walked in.

Star was sitting at her, as usual, cluttered desk, her head rested on her crossed forearms. She was gazing steadily at a small box standing a couple of inches away from her face, seeming completely absorbed. She didn't even peer at him, as if she hadn't heard him enter the room.

"Star?" Marco asked quietly.

She shushed, then waved her hand, motioning for him to come closer. Marco walked over quietly, a small snicker coming to his face as he watched Star staring at the music box attentively. She waved her hand again, showing him to sit down. Marco took himself a chair and sat next to her in a similar position, wondering if she was even going to say anything, or just sit there, motionless, listening to the gentle tune.

Finally, Star spoke up, not taking her eyes off the small playing trunk.

"What is this?" she whispered with amazement.

Marco held back a chuckle. He still wasn't utterly used to Star's fascination with every unknown earthly thing, but he didn't want to upset her by laughing. Besides, he would probably make twice as dumbfounded an impression on Mewni.

"This is my old music box," he replied, also quietly.

"It's amazing... I love it." Star sighed wistfully.

As Marco heard that, an idea occurred to him.

"You know... You can keep it, if you want," he suggested. "I don't even use it anymore. And if you like it so much..."

Star grinned, finally glancing aside at him, her eyes getting wide and sparkly at once. "Really?"

"Yeah, of course!" He smiled as he saw her expression. Star looked absolutely overwhelmed with happiness at the thought of actually owning the music box.

"Thank you, Marco! Hugs!" she exclaimed and, as usual, squeezed him tight, causing him to lose his breath for a while. He decided, with a mental chuckle, that he would have to practice preparing himself for her sudden outbursts of joy, so that it can finally be enjoyable for both of them.

"You're... you're welcome," he let out with slight difficulty, rubbing his ribs so that she wouldn't notice.

Star returned to her previous position, much more cheerful than earlier. Suddenly, the box stopped playing. She jolted in her seat, then straightened up, her mouth slowly curving into a down-turning arc. Marco looked at her anxiously; there was nothing more miserable that a sad Star. She shot him a concerned look, her hand over her mouth, then looked back at the music box again.

"Star?" Marco asked, concerned. "What happened?"

Star didn't respond; instead, she poked the music box, waiting for a reaction. When (obviously) nothing happened, she lowered her shoulders with resignation, sending Marco a helpless look.

"What?" he asked again, softly, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, wondering what might have happened.

"Marco..." said Star in a tearful voice. "Is it... is it dead?"

Marco pursed his lips, swearing to himself he wouldn't laugh no matter what. She couldn't know it was just a bit of wood and metal after all, and looked seriously broken.

"No, Star," he said softly with a smile. "It's not dead."

"Really?"

"Yes," he assured. "All you have to do is to rotate this little crank handle like you did when you first made it work," he explained.

Star glanced at the music box again with an intrigued look, picked it up cautiously, like you would to something seriously damaged, and did as Marco instructed. The quiet tune rang through the air again, much to Star's delight. Marco watched her lie on the desk again, her gaze fixed on the instrument, with some kind of satisfaction making her happy. He leaned back in his chair, observing the blonde princess. During a mere five minutes, she managed to burst with an entire range of vivid emotions; infectious joy, childlike curiosity, perfect serenity and shattering sadness.

Undeniably, she was an amazing person.

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