🎶 | @ripple-princess // STARTER CALL
✧*:･ﾟ| THIS particular fact may be quite the surprise to some, but Siebren considered himself to be quite the fan of games in his young, IMPRESSIONABLE youth. Always a healthy mix between work and play in his life, though eventually interests faded and eased into more intellectual pursuits instead. Nevertheless, there's a certain warmth, a giddy interest as he wanders the interiors of RE: CORE, like a child in a candy store. The nostalgia is palpable, thick in the air, but he cannot stop and revel in it.
NOT when he decided to undertake a certain task.
OH why, oh why? Busy hands sift through discs on display, a pushed together brow mired in DEEP THOUGHT. Siebren accepts the notion that it would take some time, thankful, perhaps, that the Ofiuclones who like the streets like sharks will only stroke once he's found his purchase. Eyes gaze off, over the gathering mess of clones, over the lapping waves against vaporwave shores. Lips press thinly into a long line. ❝Are you here for one of them, OR for yourself?❞ He asks the girl standing at his side.