[ Now that Rean's finally on his own, he'll make his way over to the jukebox. He's staring at the buttons with an unreadable look...
He already knew who was on the other end, after all. There were so much things he wanted to say, so much he wanted to get off his chest, but it wasn't easy... especially when this seemed to be their only line of communication.
He'll punch in two songs... A3 and L2, his free hand resting against the frame. ]
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He already knew who was on the other end, after all. There were so much things he wanted to say, so much he wanted to get off his chest, but it wasn't easy... especially when this seemed to be their only line of communication.
He'll punch in two songs... A3 and L2, his free hand resting against the frame. ]