･｡. Scherzo No.7 .｡･

              So that’s how it worked. It was DIFFERENT from the concept he had of the word ‘muses’. For the ginger, a ‘muse’ was something or someone you got inspired of to make art. But for them it was some kind of GOD, as if they were celestial bodies following them everywhere. “Are they gods? That’s why not everyone is able to listen to them?” He was genuinely curious, he really wanted to know more about these muses. And then the other topic,TYPICAL of her. Ren even laughed because he thinks he does understand. “My looks can compare to the un, but if you stare too much at me you’ll get blind. Makes sense.” He winked.

"The muses just are.” The idol girl said, as if these words alone made sense themselves. But somehow she was confirming Ren they were likely gods. “And only people chosen by them can hear them... and even fewer people can know their literal words and listen to the actual sound of their voices...” Shiori was telling Ren all of this because he looked interested, and not everyone listened her talking about the muses with such attention... Besides Cecilia and Haruka, of course.

Shiori wasn’t a light sleeper, but she could feel something warm around her. The girl curled up, enjoying that new feeling, scrumbling her cheek against the fluffy fabric.

              “The muses… Cesshi is always talking about them, I’m really curious and I would like to listen to them someday.” He thought it was probably a CULTURE thing, though he wasn’t sure if this girl was from Agnapolis too. “Hm… I wonder what did she tell you.”

"You actually listen to them and do as they say, but you can’t identify their voices.” The girl answered, in a rather enigmatic tone, her big eyes fixated. “People who can express themselves through music, is following the muses’ guide and the stars’ guide.”

     ─── ❝✶: A small smile formed on Kira’s lips as he looked at the cake Shiori had attempted to make. It was definitely an improvement from the first couple of cakes she had made in the past. ❝Then let’s see.❞ he said as he went to get a fork to sample it.

              Oh. Her way of talking is STRANGE but it’s still pretty FAMILIAR. The ginger tilted his head, analizing her words for a few seconds before he finally UNDERSTOOD what she was talking about. “I get it! You must be Amakusa Shiori, right?” He laughed softly. “Ah~ How could I forget your name, at least I never forget a pretty face~” The ginger smiled softly. “Pleasured to properly meet you!”

—|| Yamato could never understand Shiori’s comfort in hiding in such cramped closets but he wasn’t going to give her grief about it. But when she for one asked to hide there he was a bit thrown off. Even if it was his closet that hadn’t stopped her from going in there without permission before. “…No. You can’t.” After responded he scooped up his trembling bandmate and laid her curled up in his bed, then covered her in the blankets, he figured she liked it dark which is why she often went in the closet. “Is that okay instead?” This way he could keep in touch with her, his hand resting on her shoulder from on top of the blankets.

At first, Shiori felt paralyzed when Yamato refused her request, yet his next actions were a big surprise. Her bandmate’s bed was comfy and soft, and the blankets were warm. But the most warm thing was his hand, which somehow gave her a sense of security she didn’t feel at the wardrobe whenever she enclosed herself on it. The albino girl was really grateful about that.

"Here I am... entwined to a dazzling mystery... a mystery under the moonlight.”

“Here I am... lost in the land of stars in which the only answer is music.”

"Call my name...”

Amakusa Shion && Amakusa Shiori