It just hit evening. Moonlight flooded in through the curtains, objects resting their heads for the eventful day tomorrow holds. There were only quiet whispers coming from the Breaker Box, the faint clinking of drinks drifting.

As you made your way to the bedroom, Daemon stood in the corner, his form flickering, struggling to stay coherent to your gaze. As you approached, they simply held their hand out towards you, their head tilting to the side in morbid curiosity. "Shall we dance?" Its voice gritty and glitchy- it would hurt your head, if you hadn't been used to it. Before you could grab the outstretched hand, it pulled it back, dropping it by their side. "Have we done that already?" He murmured, his vibrant eye narrowing just the slightest. Not waiting for a reply, he reached her hand out again. "Shall we do it again?"