Jade & Shelk
Shelk
You ever hear the city hum as a drumline, the traffic at the crosswalk a glitchy rhythm begging for a counterpoint? Think you can spot the pattern behind it?
Jade
I do hear it, a quiet pulse beneath the clatter. If you pause between the honks, a beat emerges—like a metronome set by the traffic lights. It’s subtle, ever‑shifting, but the pattern is there if you let yourself listen for those tiny gaps. It’s the city’s own breathing, a rhythm that invites you to find your counterpoint.
Shelk
Nice, you’re on the right beat. Don’t just listen—step in and punch it back with a little glitch. Think of each gap as a cue for a rogue kick, a spin that says, “Yeah, I hear you, but I’m the one calling the moves.” The city’s breathing is your stage, just keep throwing in those little surprises before the lights change.