The space shifted and what materialized before them was all too familiar to the blonde. A single bed in the corner with a few pillows and a soft blanket.
Right next to it was a desk with a laptop still open—a collage of drawings as the desktop background. A tablet lied in front of it with a pen.
Many knickknacks and books upon shelves and soft plush carpets. The windows were blocked out completely behind the closed blinds and strip lights of blues and pinks ran along and around his workspace, enough to illuminate the room softly.
Asobi stared up to the air conditioner blowing the cold air down. Jotou knitted her brows, realizing he could see not only Asobi, but Iridina as well.
"I reconstructed it using your memories," Iridina answered.
"We're in a bedroom, but in your world Jotou?"
"This's my bedroom."
"Ohhh. It's small and cozy!"
"That's one way to put it…"
