[One arm curled around Setsuna's neck, Karl leads him - a lamb into a slaughter - to the dancefloor. Finding a space among the bumping bodies and the juddering beats of music. The air is especially hot here. Tinged with alcohol and sweat.]
...Really? You're 'weirded out' by a pretty girl~?
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[One arm curled around Setsuna's neck, Karl leads him - a lamb into a slaughter - to the dancefloor. Finding a space among the bumping bodies and the juddering beats of music. The air is especially hot here. Tinged with alcohol and sweat.]
...Really? You're 'weirded out' by a pretty girl~?