[ Not that it has to be, really, but it's difficult to resist picking at things here. This world is so frustrating.
Anthy had been staring into the middle distance, where there presently sits a large planetarium projector, her hair and nightgown whipping around her whenever the wind kicks up. She doesn't seem particularly phased by being here, or by the sudden appearance one someone else beside her.
When she turns to face him, her nightwear flickers seamlessly into a full, red dress, though her hair remains loose. It's not so formal, but still more appropriate for company. Or for being company in another's space, at it were. ]
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[ Not that it has to be, really, but it's difficult to resist picking at things here. This world is so frustrating.
Anthy had been staring into the middle distance, where there presently sits a large planetarium projector, her hair and nightgown whipping around her whenever the wind kicks up. She doesn't seem particularly phased by being here, or by the sudden appearance one someone else beside her.
When she turns to face him, her nightwear flickers seamlessly into a full, red dress, though her hair remains loose. It's not so formal, but still more appropriate for company. Or for being company in another's space, at it were. ]
This place is yours, then, I suppose.