[An hour, as it turns out, is not a whole lot of time. Especially not when you spend most of it lost inside your enormous skull thinking and overthinking about the potential of a very difficult conversation you're about to have. Which of course, is exactly what Blitzø does.]
[He gets the list and nobody has any idea what any of it is, but he does manage the rats. He's got a whole little row of them, tied to a stick by their tails over his shoulder, along with four paper bags of various things. So when an hour is up, there's-- well. It's not quite a knock, it's more of a bonk, because his hands are full so he just knocks into the door with his fucking head.]
[Hey, it works.]
[Once inside, Blitzø proceeds to pretend like he isn't an anxious mess about Talking, nattering about his little shopping trip and brandishing the rats as soon as his hands are free with the bags set down on the countertop (this place really is like his apartment in Hell). Then he sets about taking things out of the bags-- some staples, eggs and bacon and bread, a little can of sardines because someone suggested it when he was asking about "fire koi", some leafy shit he isn't sure of the origin of (it's kale, you idiot), and then he's moving on to the final bag.] And some fun shit!! No dice on the DVD player, people didn't quite seem to know what I was asking about, but I don't think I've seen any DVDs, either. I really gotta try and see how far I can get this ol' crystal to take me, maybe I can just pilfer some shit from our Earth. Buuuut, [He pulls out a pair of mugs-- one is navy and covered in little stars and a crescent moon, and he drums his claws on the sides of it.] It changes color when you put hot shit in it! Turns into a sunrise or something. [The other mug has a bunch of horses on it. It's pretty clear which mug is meant for whom, actually. He digs into the bag again and extracts a little square-ish thing, and squints from one corner of the room the the other, tearing into the cardboard of it.] Gimme some lift, yeah? This place is dreary as fuck. [As it turns out, he got fairy lights. Which he drapes up in the corners of the room, and they bathe the wall along the bedroom in a pale yellow glow after he plugs them in behind a little table against the wall. He looks pleased as punch about this.]
[But then he's out of things to show, out of distractions, and it leaves him in a crouch by the plug on the wall, and he looks up over his shoulder at Stolas and he feels smaller than he thinks he's ever felt in his life. He clears his throat.] So, uh. Ambient lighting for this Talk, if you're up for it, I guess.
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[He gets the list and nobody has any idea what any of it is, but he does manage the rats. He's got a whole little row of them, tied to a stick by their tails over his shoulder, along with four paper bags of various things. So when an hour is up, there's-- well. It's not quite a knock, it's more of a bonk, because his hands are full so he just knocks into the door with his fucking head.]
[Hey, it works.]
[Once inside, Blitzø proceeds to pretend like he isn't an anxious mess about Talking, nattering about his little shopping trip and brandishing the rats as soon as his hands are free with the bags set down on the countertop (this place really is like his apartment in Hell). Then he sets about taking things out of the bags-- some staples, eggs and bacon and bread, a little can of sardines because someone suggested it when he was asking about "fire koi", some leafy shit he isn't sure of the origin of (it's kale, you idiot), and then he's moving on to the final bag.] And some fun shit!! No dice on the DVD player, people didn't quite seem to know what I was asking about, but I don't think I've seen any DVDs, either. I really gotta try and see how far I can get this ol' crystal to take me, maybe I can just pilfer some shit from our Earth. Buuuut, [He pulls out a pair of mugs-- one is navy and covered in little stars and a crescent moon, and he drums his claws on the sides of it.] It changes color when you put hot shit in it! Turns into a sunrise or something. [The other mug has a bunch of horses on it. It's pretty clear which mug is meant for whom, actually. He digs into the bag again and extracts a little square-ish thing, and squints from one corner of the room the the other, tearing into the cardboard of it.] Gimme some lift, yeah? This place is dreary as fuck. [As it turns out, he got fairy lights. Which he drapes up in the corners of the room, and they bathe the wall along the bedroom in a pale yellow glow after he plugs them in behind a little table against the wall. He looks pleased as punch about this.]
[But then he's out of things to show, out of distractions, and it leaves him in a crouch by the plug on the wall, and he looks up over his shoulder at Stolas and he feels smaller than he thinks he's ever felt in his life. He clears his throat.] So, uh. Ambient lighting for this Talk, if you're up for it, I guess.