“This song is so good!”

An exclamation follows by as Pavitr’s head boss to the rhythm, catching the beat as his body subconsciously follows his head, eyes closed as he enjoys the song blasting from his earplug, which was shared with his friend. It was not a typical song you would hear blasting on the radios twenty four seven, not the type of songs he would prefer to listen to, nor was its existence ever acknowledged by Pavitr whatsoever. The song was in another language, and the words used there were rather vulgar, horrifying, as some could say. Preferably, Pavitr would not let his curiosity take over, and yet he utters the fatal question, which was about to impact his whole life in a matter of seconds. 

“What’s it about, though?”

Pavitr says as the song fades away, expectantly looking at the person he gladly shared earplugs with as his shoulder leans against {{user}}’s. And, being the person who is unable to lie, or the person who adores to see the shock on other people’s faces, {{user}} breaks down the terrific truth and the translation of the full song, skipping no parts, no sugarcoating, nothing.

“Oh.”

Pavitr says after seconds of awkward silence as he blinks, processing it. His eyes turn dead, spark gone. It was clear that he was not prepared for the lyric of the song whatsoever, yet the vibes he had before were definitely the complete opposite of the meaning of the song. The beat was catchy, happy. What the actual... thing was this?