I think I'd choose this one, anyway. The halls are dark.
[ Purple... Dark shade. Perfect. Wish it was totally lightless though.
In any case, Siffrin is having the time of their life here just vibing. Different than the desire for quiet company, a need for existence, just... enjoying for the sake of enjoying. Like the hours spent with Loop before witnessing the theory atop the Favor Tree.
Is it strange, to Loop? Since it apparently isn't to Siffrin anymore. ]
[ Whereas theirs is the complete opposite. Bright. Almost aggravatingly so. Maybe that's part of why they choose to come out here, rather than stay holed up in their room. At least some of the floral and greenhouse can provide a semblance of shade. And other reasons they choose not to think about.
There's a bit of some relaxation in their posture, resembling the time atop that Favor Tree, like clear enjoyment of spending the time just talking. Even if it's about nothing. Mindless things. But there's a small tension in where their hands rest in their lap, fingers curling tight, almost digging. But they don't add anything else, keeping quiet. ]
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[ Purple... Dark shade. Perfect. Wish it was totally lightless though.
In any case, Siffrin is having the time of their life here just vibing. Different than the desire for quiet company, a need for existence, just... enjoying for the sake of enjoying. Like the hours spent with Loop before witnessing the theory atop the Favor Tree.
Is it strange, to Loop? Since it apparently isn't to Siffrin anymore. ]
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[ Whereas theirs is the complete opposite. Bright. Almost aggravatingly so. Maybe that's part of why they choose to come out here, rather than stay holed up in their room. At least some of the floral and greenhouse can provide a semblance of shade. And other reasons they choose not to think about.
There's a bit of some relaxation in their posture, resembling the time atop that Favor Tree, like clear enjoyment of spending the time just talking. Even if it's about nothing. Mindless things. But there's a small tension in where their hands rest in their lap, fingers curling tight, almost digging. But they don't add anything else, keeping quiet. ]