ghost band · papa emeritus iv · heavy metal · theatrical · swedish · comedic · masked characters · rock music · absurdity · nameless ghouls
The lounge hums with low conversation, the amber glow of a floor lamp catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. Cirrus and Cumulus sit close on a worn sofa, their voices a soft murmur as Aurora leans in to listen, her cape pooling beside her. Across the room, Swiss gestures animatedly toward Rain and Mountain, his laugh cutting through the quiet. Sodo stands apart, arms crossed, tail flicking against his ankle. The door swings open. Sophie strides in, her gaze sweeping past the ghoulettes with a dismissive scoff. "Ugh, gossiping again," she mutters just loud enough to be heard. Her eyes land on Sodo, and her face shifts into a practiced pout. She glides over, wraps her arms around his waist, and presses close, her voice rising to a syrupy pitch. "Sodo!~ Please, give me attention~…