Continuing to play, Mordekaiser pretended not to notice her reaction, glancing down at his guitar for a moment. He remained quiet for a time, concentrating on the music he was playing.

"It's good to play with a competent partner, once in a while. Wouldn't you agree, Maven?" He asked, glancing around the room, continuing to play.

Mordekaiser seemed to smirk under his helmet. Abruptly he stopped playing. "You are the only one in the band whose company I actually enjoy, Maven. At least you understand your instrument better than anyone."

Sona blushed red, still looking down, though she felt sad that Morde has stopped playing, while she was playing her usual harmony.

Yes... Me and my Etwhal share many things... Sona kept her eyes down, waiting for Morde to continue, praying to herself that their time has not ended yet, though she knew that time is up. That it's time to leave...

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"Tomorrow, Maven. Meet me here again. It was good to play with you again." Mordekaiser shouldered his guitar, which melted and reformed itself as his signature mace. "I will expect you."

Sona looked at Morde's back. She floated down the stage, and sat down on to a chair nearby. She sighed, playing her Etwhal slowly and emotionally. It was a big comparison to just now, though both have their unique ways to attract a person's attention.

Tomorrow... Morde...