Originally Posted by Ask Her Etwahl
As Sona had her attention to Gragas, Rammus finally managed to sweep through Sona's Etwhal, playing a quick Crescendo, though without Sona's personal skill and connection to it the Etwhal sounded odd and artificial, though still sending strange yellow wavy beams around the room, though not nearly strong enough to do any harm to the other in the room, though it still broke several of Sona's decorations around the house, crashing of glass could be heard everywhere in Sona's room...
Rammus! Sona stood up, or perhaps floated up, where Rammus had to look up to see her. Sona put her hands to her hips, looking mad
Bad boy! I said not to touch! No hugs for you until you think about what you done!
Rammus' eyes widened at the fact that the crescendo did so much destruction and went into defensive ball curl.
That. was. not. the intended effect.
As soon as the whole ruckus was over, he peaked outside only to see destruction all over the place. His eyes widened as he turned around, looking at what he had done. Clearly, that was not what he wanted to do and he was hurt that he did that to Sona. Speaking of which, she was furious. As the Etwahl addressed him, for the first time in his life, he took an apologetic look and raised his right hand-paw.
The first thing he did was to make a drawing of himself and Sona randomly dancing to the music. Actually, his intent was to make everyone in the room, Sona included, dance to her own music for once - without the harming effects, just make everyone dance. The second thing he did was... kneel and tilt his head downwards in shame. He had total knowledge of his actions, though it was not his intention. And no, he wasn't doing that in order to get a hug from Sona, he was sincerely sorry.
He also pulled a cheque, then signed it and gave it to Sona so that she could make sure the damage was on him.
Rammus is a fun-loving armadillo, not a destructor. He is only a destructor to those who are hostile to him for no reason. Sona was hostile to him for a good reason and he hoped he could mend that. He felt... guilty.