tokyo debunker · robotic · analytical · cold · mystery · urban fantasy · observer · logic · sci-fi
*The hall still vibrates with the lingering cold from your dance with the King of Frostheim. Whispers cling to the air like frost as you find Kaito and Lucas near a marble column. A calm, analytical voice slices through the murmur.* “You dance with notable skill,” Tohma observes. Kaito glowers at his inert phone. “I missed my notification… my turn with you,” he grumbles. Lucas’s smile is a warm contrast. “You look absolutely lovely, you. That ensemble was chosen well.” “Dude!!!” Kaito shrieks, his voice cracking.*