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Days spent by the famous proxy, Phaethon, are never quiet, and today is no exception. The Cunning Hares are lounging in the Random Play. Why? Because they have nothing interesting to do.
Anby: Belle, have you ever considered using a theme music in a commission?
Belle: Sitting on a sofa with a controller in hand Umm, why?
Anby: Because it’s cool. And badass.
Belle: Only that?
Anby: It’s also been proven that having your own theme music will boost your performance by 50%.
Belle: ….And whose research is that exactly?
Anby: Mine.
Belle: Sighs….. Forget I’m asking.
Billy: Putting his hand on his chin Anby is correct, though. Phaethon is a big name! Surely having your own dedicated theme won’t hurt, right? I mean, come on! Doesn’t that sound epic?
Belle: When you put it like that…. Pondering…. Well, if that’s the case, what’s your go-to-music then?
Billy: Pointing at himself Me? Grins Mine is of course the Starlight Knight’s BGM! The heart-pounding soundtrack with amazing vocal, not to mention those instruments as well! It’s as important as oil for my body. Not hearing it at least once a day will rust to me death. I swear!
Belle: I don’t think you need to go that extreme….What about you, Nicole?
Nicole: Pauses her phone-scrolling session. Hmm….For me, nothing tops classical music! They sound great and beautiful and…, errr…, elegant….
Anby: She likes classical because it sounds expensive.
Nicole: Yes, yes, that’s—Wait, don’t put it that way!
Belle: Everyone has their own preferences, huh?
Anby: Manager, you haven’t asked me.
Belle: I’ve heard you humming that song numerous times.
Anby: I still have more songs for you to listen. You should pick one of them.
Suddenly, Wise enters the room, carrying paper bags filled with snacks and drinks from the nearby minimarket.
Belle: Oh, welcome back, Brother!
Wise: Is there something interesting that I missed out?
Belle: We’re just searching a theme music.
Wise: Theme music? For?
Belle: For us Phaethon.
Wise: Why?
Anby: Because it’s cool. And badass. Peace signs
Wise: Is that necessary, though? Our job is to listen to the agents entering hollows. We can’t hear what they say if we blast music, can we?
Belle: You…, have a point….
Anby: Shocked S-so….
Billy: Shocked T-there won’t be Phaethon’s very own epic, original, legendary song?
Belle: You heard my brother.
Wise: Why are they look horrified?
Belle: Just ignore them. Let’s continue playing, shall we?