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sᴀɴᴅʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴsᴇᴇɪɴɢ ([personal profile] tutorb) wrote2017-11-23 07:39 pm

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[personal profile] tricksune 2018-02-04 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Things to belong on coffee tables: coffee mugs, Richie's beer when he's hanging out, half-read books, and paintings left flat to dry. Not roommates. Red had been kind enough to donate to the cause, but who wouldn't agree? Does she want to roll into some spilled tea someday? Yusuke is already organizing a few pints of wood stains and paints, excited to put them to use, when his gaze drifts to the side in thought.

Words are such a poor substitute for visuals, but he'll do his best. ]


Emerald, though that goes without saying. Has anyone ever informed you that it's your image color? [ Did she see and choose it herself, once upon a time? ] Much of the drapery is dark, as I think it best not to distract from your crystal———oh. And I was also able to procure some gold leaf.

[ For accents, of course. At the cost of like, his groceries. ]

...Unless you'd prefer silver, of course.

[ He'd find a way... somehow.. ]
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[personal profile] tricksune 2018-02-09 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ So she does recall. It's something he's been curious about—whether gold or silver makes a difference when she might never have seen either—but even he has the sliver of tact.

Still, something going unsaid doesn't make it unfelt; there's a moment where his thoughts grow muddled, melancholic and syrupy. (He's happy to inform her that she is, in fact, oh-so-green. But he'd much rather show her, if only...) He scrubs it over quickly as she departs back into her orb, leaving with the usual quip and not-so-usual note of approval. His response is a little huff of laughter, almost haughty. ]


If you'd be so kind.

[ He leans back a bit, centering her in his stupid finger-framed viewfinder, like he might be able to spot her in the orb's halftones if he observes vigorously enough. ]

...I await your glowing critique, of course.