Kiran

Nótt: “You’re kinda cute. I think I’ll keep you.”

In the far back, Kiran can be seen struggling to lift and straighten their arms after completing the workout regimen provided by the club.

Morgan: “At this point, I would think you’re more than just… FRIENDS. If anything, I’m to believe you’re-”

Kiran: “Just because we share the same room, spend every waking hour together, and quite literally do everything together doesn’t mean we’re more than friends.”

Grima: “That’s right, because we’re-”

Grima puts their hand over Kiran.

Kiran: “Best-”

Kiran puts their hand over Grima.

Grima and Kiran both give a thumbs up and a large smile: “FRIENDS!”

Freyja: “Is there a way to turn off this retched sound?”

Triandra: “Unfortunately, we cannot.”

Plumeria: “We can’t touch them here. Our hands just go through like smoke... However, we can press down on their shoulders , but-” Pressing the left shoulder plays the previous sound and the right plays the next. Plumeria presses the right.

Death Metal starts playing.

Freyja plugs her ears and tries to speak over the music: “I’ve seen this before, tap Kiran’s head!”

Plumeria presses down on Kiran’s head which stops the music. The three sigh in relief.

Triandra: “What a shame, I enjoy that type of music.”