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[lezareno_prez]

[Regal is out walking through the village, clad in his prisoner outfit instead of his usual suit. Anyone who gets close enough will notice that he seems to be followed by some... rather unusual music, much to his perpetual embarrassment. He's also found himself back in handcuffs, though at least this time they're only on one wrist, the other cuff dangling freely.]

[OOC: And poor Regal is a porn star. I'm doing this for lulz rather than actual porn, so don't expect to get anything out of him... but women (and some men) might feel a strange attraction to him during this event.]

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[fonon-professor.livejournal.com]

[Why hello there, mr. President. Gelda just happened to be passing by, a stack of books in one arm. The alluring music reaches her ears before she catches sight of Regal. Once her eyes do meet his muscly figure, she stops dead in her tracks. Somehow, she just can't seem to look away from those tight abs.]

...

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[lezareno_prez]

Good...

[The greeting dies on his lips when he notices where she's looking. His face is up here, Gelda. Then again, maybe it's better that she isn't looking him in the eye-- he's not sure he'd be able to keep a straight face with that horrid music playing in the background. Just where is it COMING from, anyway?]

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[fonon-professor.livejournal.com]

[She's startled out of her staring by Regal's would-be greeting. Still somewhat distracted, she turns her gaze up to meet the man's face, smiling faintly.]

... Good afternoon, Regal.

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[lezareno_prez]

[He wonders if she can hear the music, but decides not to ask and risk sounding crazy. Then again, compared to some of the other things that have been going on lately, phantom music seems downright normal.]

Good afternoon, Gelda. I'm glad to see that you are well.

[Translation: not affected by the experiment.]

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[fonon-professor.livejournal.com]

[The music isn't what's strangest about this picture. It's the handcuff that, for some reason, is dangling from Regal's wrist. Gelda's trying very hard not to stare at it, instead focussing on keeping that smile normal. Oddly enough, she has this incredible urge to giggle like a young girl.]

Ah... Yes, thank you. You look good as well.

[... Hold on, was that really what she was trying to say?]

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[lezareno_prez]

... I beg your pardon?

[Something tells him that probably wasn't what she meant. Not that it isn't incredibly flattering (especially coming from her), it's just... strange, even after the Valentine's Day experiment. He hadn't expected her to be quite that forward.]

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[fonon-professor.livejournal.com]

Well, I meant. You look... well. Healthy.

[Oh Yulia, what was that? She brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose, trying to steady herself. It's just Regal, Gelda. It's just Regal. In a tight top revealing his muscles and low-cut pants, with a handcuff dangling from one arm...]

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[lezareno_prez]

I'm... glad to hear that. I am also glad that this experiment seems to have spared you.

[Well, directly, anyway. Right now Regal isn't really sure which is worse-- having her not be affected or imagining what this scene might be like if she were. Almost reflexively he moves a hand up to run it through his hair, a part of him wondering why he's doing that. Regal Bryant does not play with his hair.]

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[fonon-professor.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes follow the hand, almost mesmerised by it. Meanwhile, that music is still ringing in the back of her head. It's taking a bit of effort to keep her attention on the conversation now, but she manages all the same.]

Yes, I suppose it has. Though...

[She trails off, a mild frown forming. Suddenly feeling a bit scatterbrained couldn't be part of the experiment, could it?]

Ah, well, it's probably nothing.

[nilradiance.livejournal.com]

[It's the music that draws him over, really. Once he's there, he's looking at the cuffs quite a bit. Now, he's wondering if Regal's an escaped convict or something and if Luceti has a prison; Regal can draw his own conclusions about the guy.]

[lezareno_prez]

[Somehow Regal can guess that it's the music that caught this man's attention... it is rather hard to miss, after all. And... oh, he's looking at the handcuffs. How on earth to explain those?]

Can I help you?

[nilradiance.livejournal.com]

[Straightforward seems the best way to go.]

Why are you wearing handcuffs? [And from there his gaze is moving to the other parts of the strange attire. Roaming eyes indeed.]

[lezareno_prez]

[He sees those wandering eyes, Cloud, and they're making him a bit nervous.]

It would seem that the Malnosso's sense of humor is as bad as ever.

[nilradiance.livejournal.com]

So it's part of the experiment. [Well, that explains the music, as well as it explains his floating heart or Yuffie's bar. SPEAKING OF THE HEART that the mun completely forgot, wow, there's a little ♥ resting above Cloud's head.

Anyways. Gaze coming to rest around the upper chest and the opening of that shirt. At least it's not lower.]

[lezareno_prez]

As far as I can tell, yes. I would venture to guess that that is the cause for the... heart above your head as well.

[Yeah, he finally noticed that. He's not quite sure what it's for and he's not sure he wants to know, either-- Cloud where are you looking?]

[nilradiance.livejournal.com]

[Cloud already knows about the heart above his head, so there's only a brief upwards glance before he looks back at Regal. AT HIS FACE, finally. ...the heart above his head brightens a little. ♥ Turns out dating sim'd characters are susceptible to porn soundtracks.]

Yeah, it's been there a few days now. ...You can't be comfortable in those.

[lezareno_prez]

[... wait what why did it get brighter. That's a good thing, right? Regal is assuming that brighter colors = happy, so apparently whatever he said lifted Cloud's mood a bit. He's not sure why, though.]

I've gotten used to them by now, I'm afraid. It's a bit of a long story.

[He's really, really hoping that you're referring to the handcuffs and not the clothes, Cloud.]

[lezareno_prez]

[Hmm, Regal doesn't recognize this boy... he must be a newcomer.]

If I knew, I would have found some way to stop it.

[lezareno_prez]

... what music?

[lezareno_prez]

I am assuming you mean pornography.

[lezareno_prez]

I was not aware that it had particular music associated with it.

[The More You Know.]