[There's still a little tension every time Olivine steps out onto the seventh floor. Still a moment where his eyes drift to a vacant room and away, a press of lips barely noticeable most of the time. Basch's presence is a balm now, allowing him to move past the lingering uncertainties and regrets, and on to the current space.
Which, it turns out, is a surprising amount of it. The sevens rooms and higher have all been so varied compared to the lower ones, a sure sign of the imbalance in rank and treatment. This isn't a bother on its own, and Olivine has no problems with the size of his space, but... it's notable anyway.
He marvels here, in any case, at the size of the bed and hot spring, the artificial sight of a desert against where cold walls surely are. The sight would comfort someone like Dante, he thinks, and has to wonder if it comforts Basch as well.]
Mm, if you're thirsty, I wouldn't mind sharing tea... but I'm mostly alright, I think. Other than a little tiredness from earlier, of course.
[hands lacing together, he traverses the space curiously, fully intending to find a comfortable spot to sit and wait if he needs to.]
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Date: 2024-04-25 02:10 pm (UTC)Which, it turns out, is a surprising amount of it. The sevens rooms and higher have all been so varied compared to the lower ones, a sure sign of the imbalance in rank and treatment. This isn't a bother on its own, and Olivine has no problems with the size of his space, but... it's notable anyway.
He marvels here, in any case, at the size of the bed and hot spring, the artificial sight of a desert against where cold walls surely are. The sight would comfort someone like Dante, he thinks, and has to wonder if it comforts Basch as well.]
Mm, if you're thirsty, I wouldn't mind sharing tea... but I'm mostly alright, I think. Other than a little tiredness from earlier, of course.
[hands lacing together, he traverses the space curiously, fully intending to find a comfortable spot to sit and wait if he needs to.]