Damian flew into his room through the balcony at midnight after spending hours talking with Twenty, his body finally beginning to feel the weight of everything that had happened that day. He had barely stepped inside when his attention immediately settled on the bed.
Linda was sleeping soundly beneath his sheets, completely unaware of his return. For a moment, Damian simply stared at her before his attention was drawn toward the other side of the room, where Rin was sitting on the floor and bopping her head to the messy rhythm Biron was producing by repeatedly striking the table with his hooves.
The golden bull seemed completely convinced he was making music despite having absolutely no sense of rhythm, while Abel sat on the couch with both hands pressed tightly against his ears, his expression suggesting that he had been enduring the noise for far longer than he could tolerate.
