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[It was a normal day. Slightly overcast and wet thanks to yesterday's rain, but Kratos finds this to be a perfect opportunity to escape from his home and cure the cabin fever he's developed. Staying inside and avoiding this... absurd experiment was Kratos' intent, but he just needs some fresh air. Especially after it rained. The air was always so fresh and crisp after that...
Not to mention that he heard terrible music upon opening his journal to check up on things. He had immediately closed it, but that song... it's nagging at his mind even when he tries his best to block it out.
He heads to the fountain to sit and let the constant noise give him a few moments of meditation and relief from that ridiculous song, and who should he meet but his housemate, Presea. They give each other a wordless glance, and they would have passed on by without another thought...
But something makes their gazes lock. Something that makes Kratos' insides freeze with apprehension.
That awful music fills his head again, louder than ever before, and his body becomes rigid with the urge to... to dance. It gets even worse when Presea's head starts to nod to the beat, and Kratos finds himself horrified when he starts to do so, too.
But that was nothing compared to the mortification he felt when they both faced the village, raised their hands above their heads and started to sway their hips side to side. With energetic flair. Presea remains as expressionless as ever, but Kratos grits his teeth and lowers his head, allowing his mop of hair to cover most of his face. Onlookers can still see that his face is as red as can be, but they'll probably be too caught up on the fact that the two most emotionless members of Luceti are dancing their hearts out to music inside their heads.]
Not to mention that he heard terrible music upon opening his journal to check up on things. He had immediately closed it, but that song... it's nagging at his mind even when he tries his best to block it out.
He heads to the fountain to sit and let the constant noise give him a few moments of meditation and relief from that ridiculous song, and who should he meet but his housemate, Presea. They give each other a wordless glance, and they would have passed on by without another thought...
But something makes their gazes lock. Something that makes Kratos' insides freeze with apprehension.
That awful music fills his head again, louder than ever before, and his body becomes rigid with the urge to... to dance. It gets even worse when Presea's head starts to nod to the beat, and Kratos finds himself horrified when he starts to do so, too.
But that was nothing compared to the mortification he felt when they both faced the village, raised their hands above their heads and started to sway their hips side to side. With energetic flair. Presea remains as expressionless as ever, but Kratos grits his teeth and lowers his head, allowing his mop of hair to cover most of his face. Onlookers can still see that his face is as red as can be, but they'll probably be too caught up on the fact that the two most emotionless members of Luceti are dancing their hearts out to music inside their heads.]