*Kurapika wanders restlessly, feet moving almost of their own accord as he thinks. His mind is full of thoughts about Pairo and the odd situation they find themselves in. He’s just confessed his confused feelings for his friend in an attempt to distract him from the terrible truth he’s circling closer and closer to, like a little boat careening towards a maelstrom. He’s still not sure if it was the right decision.

Somewhere down the hall, he hears the distant, distinctive sound of a guitar being plucked at. It makes him immediately think of his musical friend, and he decides to follow the gentle echo until he’s standing outside of a door he hasn’t seen before. He turns the knob, and is surprised to see a large, empty room with a stage covered with instruments at the very front. It’s there he spots Melody, making wonderful sounds with her talented hands. He crosses his arms over his chest and smiles.*

I figured that was your doing.