[It's been slowly getting harder and harder for Crona to stiffle the madness inside lately, and it became even more difficult after what had happened to that man in the church. Ragnarok's been gleeful over this, coaxing Crona into causing trouble, because dammit it's been too boring around here!
Tonight is one of the nights where it's hardest, and Crona can't hide away in a corner of their room or the parts of zir mind where ze still has control. So ze heads out for a walk. Staggering about, hugging zir own willowy frame, Crona wanders and Ragnarok, small fists holding his Meister's pink hair, waits. Waits for someone interesting to come along so he can get the fun started]