Kyrie collapsed onto his mattress. The room's bulbs turned off, enveloping him in darkness. His vision remained clear despite the lack of light, but the familiar feeling of lying in bed in the dark filled him with nostalgia, a memory he desperately clung to.
It had been a long time since he had a room of his own, not the cramped space he called home in the APT-WAR-V. Now, his room was more like a proper bedroom, perhaps a luxury afforded by his status as the owner of Soleater.
It was different from what he had before, not quite as vintage as the room he used in Ingrid's mansion, nor as bland and mundane as the room he had in his house. It was a strange fix between the rooms he had before, but it felt comfortable even in the... state he found himself in.
Maybe Maremalle and Zillia's rooms were as large and comfy as his, he assumed. He had never checked their rooms, nor did he have any desire to. It was not his duty to go around checking other's rooms.
