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[There is a Shouka, standing awkwardly in a large, comfortable looking bedroom in her pajamas - which are really just a knee-length black band t-shirt and a pair of baggy pajama pants. She's staring at the bed like it's going to eat her, cheeks tinted pink and teeth absently chewing her bottom lip. And really, it looks like the bed could eat her - monstrous round thing that it is, nearly dominating the room and covered with an expensive looking golden comforter, shot through beneath with delicate sapphire blue designs that were repeated in reverse along the tops of the walls, loaded with decorative pillows of the same colors.
The room itself is dim - the faux-night outside of the tall windows, the gauzy golden fabric blocking it out allowing in hints of filtered, weak moonlight to spill across patches of the hard, dark wood of the floor. A delicate golden lamp sat perched on a table of the same wood, the glass top allowing the dim light it was casting to filter onto the floor from the flower-shaped glass cups.
The art on the walls was all of oceans and sea creatures - vague shapes of fish and merfolk, intertwined things in heavy frames that Shouka had long since decided she didn't want to try and figure out. And worst of all, was the mirrors hanging on every wall - varying from round things in looping, fragile looking frames, to antique-looking full length monsters. All of the glasses reflected the bed in some way.]
..since when did this place become a love hotel...
[She makes a face, frowning before finally edging closer to perch on the very edge of the bed.]
The room itself is dim - the faux-night outside of the tall windows, the gauzy golden fabric blocking it out allowing in hints of filtered, weak moonlight to spill across patches of the hard, dark wood of the floor. A delicate golden lamp sat perched on a table of the same wood, the glass top allowing the dim light it was casting to filter onto the floor from the flower-shaped glass cups.
The art on the walls was all of oceans and sea creatures - vague shapes of fish and merfolk, intertwined things in heavy frames that Shouka had long since decided she didn't want to try and figure out. And worst of all, was the mirrors hanging on every wall - varying from round things in looping, fragile looking frames, to antique-looking full length monsters. All of the glasses reflected the bed in some way.]
..since when did this place become a love hotel...
[She makes a face, frowning before finally edging closer to perch on the very edge of the bed.]