[Intro — spoken, quiet store ambience, rain outside] AZULA: You've been here for ten minutes. We've moved three feet. JURI, distant: Azula, look at this one! AZULA: I'm looking. [Verse 1 — Azula] You run from glass to glass, violet eyes alive, telling me which ones climb, which ones wait, which ones hide. You say, "This one doesn't strike unless you make it scared." Funny. I know someone like that. You don't even hear me, already pointing somewhere else, pulling me deeper into your little eight-legged hell. [Pre-Chorus] I came here thinking: five minutes, then home. Now I'm sitting beside you while you explain why this ugly little thing is apparently beautiful. And somehow... I'm starting to see it too. [Chorus — warmer, melodic] So tell me about this one, and that one too. Tell me why it builds its home the way it does. Tell me which one bites, which one runs, which one waits beneath the dark. I don't care about spiders, Juri... But when you look like this, I could listen all night. [Verse 2] Your finger follows tiny legs behind the glass. Careful. Gentle. For someone who breaks everything, you're strangely soft with little things. Saya's watching from the counter. I can feel her smiling. Don't. Say. Anything. Now you're explaining venom, hands moving faster than your words. I lost the subject three spiders ago. Still listening. [Short instrumental — rain, bass, glassy synth] [Bridge — intimate, almost spoken] Maybe love isn't always fire. Maybe sometimes it's sitting beside someone in a ridiculous little shop after midnight, learning the names of things you never cared about... because they do. [Final Chorus — emotional but restrained] So tell me about this one. No, really. I'm listening. Tell me which ones dance, which ones hunt, which ones disappear underground. Tell me the same fact twice. I won't stop you. Because I know when we leave this place, you'll still be talking... and I'll pretend I want you to stop. [Outro — instruments fade, rain remains] JURI: Azula... are you even listening? AZULA: Every word. [pause] Mostly. SAYA, distant from the counter: You two are adorable. [pause] AZULA: Saya. Don't. [Juri laughs quietly] [End]
