[It's been a particularly gray and gloomy day outside, yet Natsuru hadn't been prepared for the sudden downpour at all. She clutches her arms around herself tightly while huddling over, both for warmth and, to some extent, to preserve her modesty against the wet school uniform clinging so tightly to her body. There's still quite a way to go before she gets home...
Yet, she finds herself halting in the middle of her hurried scramble when a sound catches her ear. It's faint, and distant, but the melody is too lovely for words. All thought of scrambling to get home fades into the background, pushed aside by growing curiosity and an incessant need to discover the source of that sweet melody.
Her arms drop to her sides, and she paces slowly towards the source of the song, seemingly forgetting all about the rain soaking her clothes. Her gaze fixes on what must be the most beautiful house she's ever seen. It must have always been there, but she'd never noticed it before the song pulled her here. It's so compelling, she just has to get a closer look. Maybe she should knock first? But as she reaches the door, and finds it unlocked, she feels compelled to step inside.
That lovely music is closer now, seeming to surround her and bathe her in a pleasant warmth. Even as she stands there, dripping wet and with her school uniform clinging to her form, she can focus on nothing else but turning to face the source of the music that called to her as it draws closer. Or is she being drawn closer to it? It's becoming impossible to tell the difference... it's like her body's been moving on its own ever since the first note of the song hit her ear.]
maybe Nico? or surprise me if you're feeling another character more
Yet, she finds herself halting in the middle of her hurried scramble when a sound catches her ear. It's faint, and distant, but the melody is too lovely for words. All thought of scrambling to get home fades into the background, pushed aside by growing curiosity and an incessant need to discover the source of that sweet melody.
Her arms drop to her sides, and she paces slowly towards the source of the song, seemingly forgetting all about the rain soaking her clothes. Her gaze fixes on what must be the most beautiful house she's ever seen. It must have always been there, but she'd never noticed it before the song pulled her here. It's so compelling, she just has to get a closer look. Maybe she should knock first? But as she reaches the door, and finds it unlocked, she feels compelled to step inside.
That lovely music is closer now, seeming to surround her and bathe her in a pleasant warmth. Even as she stands there, dripping wet and with her school uniform clinging to her form, she can focus on nothing else but turning to face the source of the music that called to her as it draws closer. Or is she being drawn closer to it? It's becoming impossible to tell the difference... it's like her body's been moving on its own ever since the first note of the song hit her ear.]