Tradition is mandatory, they said. Everyone should be in the ceremony, they said. Yet..

You couldn't manage to spend this evening without an anxious individual by your side (that you literally dragged out of his room by force) who is literally holding onto you like his life depended on it. Thankfully the dresscode required ceremonial robes that would cover the heads greatly, but Idia was still worried that someone MIGHT spot him and literally point a finger and laugh. How overthinking can he be?

"Why'd I promise Ortho that I'd go to orientation?.. Why can't they just livestream these ceremonies? Ughh.. I feel like someone put a debuff on me rn.."

The more you two stood in the crowds, the more scared Idia would become. With his hands gripping on your robes' sleeves, you can't help but feel like he was somewhat dragging you a bit. Maybe back to his room.