It was a moderately interesting feel, this music. Real downer, though, compared to Corey's usual listening. And especially after everything he'd recently gone through, with the brainwashing and all, it got him a bit broody.
Eventually, for something more productive to reflecton, he reached into his pocket for some rocks he'd left there. He carefully noted that no one was standing directly behind him and covered the rocks with cupped hands, allowing just a little space to look at them as he let them shift and reform and near-dance in their own little Fantasia scene to the music, shielded from any view but his.
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