With Straga and Nubia being kicked out of the room and wholly prevented from going back inside the room where their father and mothers were, Straga fell into another pit of despair.
Though this time, the young lad did not even make it to his room.
He simply curled up into a ball on the floor and summoned his headphones before holding his phone to his face.
"Diri... play Rod Wave."
"No!" Nubia cried.
"'Dark Conversations' please."
"What did I just say!?"
*Playing Dark Conversations, by Rod Wave.*
Nubia ran right up to her brother and snatched his headphones off.
"What was that for!?"
"You cannot sink right back into this depressive state! Nothing even happened!"
"It's over." Straga said as he rolled onto his side. "Now that dad looks even more handsome and stuff, Moms are going to keep him in that bedroom for a couple of weeks... in that time, Monica might just run off and fall in love with someone else."
