✖― { l'Étoile de Ciel；
❝ ；— "..."
Needless to say, the young earl was absolutely floored at the recreation room granted to this place. It felt as if he'd been sucked up into an entirely different dimension, or were the protagonist in a new science-fiction fantasy thriller. Never mind the handful of people that shuffled about, some looking about as displaced and lost as he, but the objects scattered about appeared too squared and distasteful. As if it wasn't already irritating enough, the additional pieces just made for an uncomfortable shift in setting.
Thinking about finding some place of comfort to sit left the boy a little off balance, which really was irony at its finest. Regardless, he picked a nice looking seat, one that appeared sturdy enough for all forty-one kilograms in weight that he had to offer.
Meanwhile, he silently plotted revenge against the architects that built this centre, for nothing looked stable inside nor out, and for how big it appeared, it was genuinely disconcerting. Surprising the boy yet again, the seat held up, and he breathed a slow sigh of relief while crossing his legs, before turning his attention to a wall that sported some... framed moving picture.
It was so odd, yet fascinating, and as he watched solemnly, he couldn't help but mutter out at the grand display of. "Just... what in god's name is that thing." — ；❞