[ The grand chandelier, those elegant ceiling heights windows, the luxurious dance floor that span the entirety of the hall... He recognizes them, remembers them, perhaps a little too vividly for his liking. On that night, he changed his destiny with his own hands in this very hall. The exact same music playing in the background, those tune that he waltzed to... Here, in this hall, Tieria Erde had found his calling.
Theoretically, he understands his situation. Maybe, this is how his brain chooses to send a cease-and-desist message to his constant resting and sleeping. Or this is simply Regene's way of pulling a prank on him out of boredom again. But really, couldn't they do away the dress and heels that he so abhors?
Still, he keeps walking, finding the attention thrown his way eerily familiar "Damned perverted old men...", until he stops at the sight of a familiar figure... ]
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Theoretically, he understands his situation. Maybe, this is how his brain chooses to send a cease-and-desist message to his constant resting and sleeping. Or this is simply Regene's way of pulling a prank on him out of boredom again. But really, couldn't they do away the dress and heels that he so abhors?
Still, he keeps walking, finding the attention thrown his way eerily familiar "Damned perverted old men...", until he stops at the sight of a familiar figure... ]