Initial Setting: Some cafe in Purple. Yulia "Can you believe what zhey are teaching over on that other side? They call it 'crumping,' what sort of word is 'crumping'?" Ardette "Psht, not one I've heard of. But I think they fancy it some sort of... warrior dance." Ardette shrugs in a FUCK IF I KNOW fashion. Yulia "And don't even get me started on how that dance LOOKS. All those unnatural body movements, it looks like they are about to break!" Ardette "Oh, I don't know, Yulia, some of those isolations take years of training." Ardette siiiiiip Ardette "Three words: Rite. Of. Spring."