Night 57: Main Hallway, 1-Center

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[from here]From here, Vino could go several ways. The frequented Sun Room was the most obvious option, though he could also choose to either go into one of the side doors or continue onward down the hall. If he were an architect, Vino thought, where would he put a radio broadcast room in an insane asylum

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[purpletaint]

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He trod further on--the description was near enough, and honestly, Albedo would be disappointed if this turned out to be an utter charade. He was completely bored, and Nigredo was off somewhere, discussing riddles with an overgrown house-cat. As if it had anything useful to say. Giving a sigh, he propped the shotgun on a shoulder, half glancing backwards. "Your name, by any rate, if we're to be bosom friends?"

A few he could come up with, but none that would probably be answered to. Tempting either way. The teen's hair was nearly white, with an off tint to it that made it something else altogether. And where Albedo's hung near to messy, it was nothing as long as this one's. He mentally shrugged. There existed far stranger things--why his mind focused on colors would be something he would never understand.

[antiheroed]

That shrug told him enough about this guy's personality to carry him for the rest of the night. It wasn't like he didn't have a choice, and Riku snorted out and glanced away in response. This was why he didn't usually bother with niceties. Those were better left to Sora and Kairi. At least they could actually charm people-which this guy seemed to think he was able to do. Great. Just because he said a couple sentences, now he was able to handle that