( four long months since aventurine has been admitted into the exuberant and luxurious resort of golden peacock, and there's no need for him to join in on the fun of being a new guest, in the bimonthly event that seems to happen. but why wouldn't he, this time in specific, when he seeks more and more to be away from his room and mingle with other people?
besides. a new wave of guests could prove to be fruitful. lucky him, if he comes across jade or ratio, or any familiar, trustworthy face. luckier him, that from the bunk above where he lays - clothed, by the way, none of that see-through robe thing for him -, a familiar yet certainly not trustworthy voice reaches his ears.
any other time, he wouldn't be too pleasant to see the head of the oak family himself, but now? in this sort of place, that albeit all its similarities to the outstanding paradise that is penacony, it's so out of sunday's comfort zone that aventurine can't help but truly think jackpot?
even moreso when aventurine turns around on the bed, to follow the source of that voice, and his eyes land on quite the unique sight. )
Intrusion? Why, Mr. Sunday, isn't this your room? Especially when you're dressed so comfortably, I'm afraid I'm the one who's intruding. ( as he's wont to do, frankly. ) Ah, but surely you don't mind? A familiar and friendly face like mine in an unknown and strange place like this is like an oasis in the middle of a desert—— though I wonder if that analogy makes any sense to you? Haha.
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besides. a new wave of guests could prove to be fruitful. lucky him, if he comes across jade or ratio, or any familiar, trustworthy face. luckier him, that from the bunk above where he lays - clothed, by the way, none of that see-through robe thing for him -, a familiar yet certainly not trustworthy voice reaches his ears.
any other time, he wouldn't be too pleasant to see the head of the oak family himself, but now? in this sort of place, that albeit all its similarities to the outstanding paradise that is penacony, it's so out of sunday's comfort zone that aventurine can't help but truly think jackpot?
even moreso when aventurine turns around on the bed, to follow the source of that voice, and his eyes land on quite the unique sight. )
Intrusion? Why, Mr. Sunday, isn't this your room? Especially when you're dressed so comfortably, I'm afraid I'm the one who's intruding. ( as he's wont to do, frankly. ) Ah, but surely you don't mind? A familiar and friendly face like mine in an unknown and strange place like this is like an oasis in the middle of a desert—— though I wonder if that analogy makes any sense to you? Haha.