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[salvationfound]

[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

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[not_klonoa]

[You know, being a zombiechild really has its perks sometimes. This time being one of them. Presea stands by her housemate, stone-faced as ever, and does the dance. Thankfully, it may have been called cute for her, with her puffy, pink pigtails swaying and her petite stature...despite the look on her face. With Kratos it's just laughable.

To make matters worse, Presea even utters a few notes from the sudden song in her head, with about as much vitality as a sloth.]

Uwa, uwa-aah.

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[salvationfound]

[So, Kratos may have formally danced many, many years in the past in the days of his knighthood at royal banquets. But that was, as said, many, many years in the past. And this is not something as formal as the dances back then.

Kratos' lips press into a thin line and even tremble slightly at the edges. No. He will not accompany her. No. No. He may not be able to control his body, but he can control his voice.]

Det blir en sensation överallt förstås...

[Except for that muttered part. Really, he can control the rest. Really.

... What is that language, anyway?]

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[not_klonoa]

[Presea may have danced when she was younger, perhaps much, much younger, and in no way better than this, but she had the excuse of being a child. swaying her hips and waving her hands over her head, the girl just...goes along with it.

This wasn't too bad after all. Just strange and embarrassing for those who can actually feel shame. Like Kratos. ♥]

...På fester kommer alla att släppa loss.

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[salvationfound]

[Oh, rub it in, why don't you. Kratos' hands clench for just a few seconds before waving yet again. He's trying, he really is! Trying to escape, at least. But it seems that it's no use. This won't stop him from giving up, and the next line he chokes down... Until he literally coughs out the last part.]

-stegen om igen!

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[not_klonoa]

[Only because you make it easy. Presea doesn't seem be bothered at all. She goes along with the song like it was nothing out of the ordinary, though definitely will question this entire thing once it's finished. Because despite Presea's obediance, this is seriously strange and she does want some answers.]

S rör på era fötter... Oa-a-a.

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[salvationfound]

[Girl, after this, he will definitely finish refining that Key Crest. Then you can be just as mortified as he is now. Misery loves company.]

Mm-mmf era höfter... O-la-la-la.

[WHAT DID HE JUST-]

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[not_klonoa]

[Good thing she won't remember this by the time it gets finished and the mun plays more of the damn game. You will be the only miserable spectacle here, sir.

She keeps on dancing, seemingly bouncing with each step, and closes her eyes indifferently. She has things to do though, can we move it along?]

Gör som vi. Till denna melodi.

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[salvationfound]

[Damn you. B| Kratos isn't bouncing, though. He absolutely refuses to do that. Seraphim do not bounce.

Kratos is also just about as deadpan as Presea, and his words come out in some kind of dispassionate mumble, even though he is a good singer.]

Så kom och. Dansa med oss. Klappa era händer.

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[not_klonoa]

[I love you too, not!daddy. Presea is completely unaware of Kratos' distress, the meaning to these strange lyrics, and just why she's suddenly dancing, but the fact is, she does dance. With about as much passion as her partner, but still better than Kratos.]

...Gör som vi gör. Ta några steg åt vänster. Lyssna och lär.