☀ Lounge. {Ja'far}
Bare feet pressed against the pavement as keen, scarlet hues fixated on the following sign that hung above:
THE SINDRIAN LOUNGE
"You've gotta be kidding me . . .", he muttered with a chuckle in his voice.
Although he had no initial intention to enter the facility, the temptation was far too strong. Murmurings of the newly opened lounge had traveled to the depraved Magi's ears - and despite being roommates with the Sindrian king, Judar had no prior knowledge of him ever expressing interest towards investing in a shop.
Stepping foot into the lounge - with the atmospheric design reminiscent of home - a familiar face stood at the desk. The lounge was currently desolate. Had they just opened? Hand pressed against the side of his hip as he eyed the other, commenting.
"Oi, nice sham you've got here! Like a little slice from home. Am I the first guest? What an honor that'd be, eh?"