Seaweed, Seaweed // Shell gifts

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

The fact that Solveig seemed to tie religious belief into this shell-making made Caesar snort once again, but he did appreciate how she seemed to be open to other ideas as well, such as the glass possibly representing strength and loyalty. The demon's tail flicked thoughtfully, almost soothed by the way Solveig worded her response. It was actually nice to be referred to as 'Officer Cipher', as well as being addressed as if he had some common sense. Unlike most people he knew here; they tried treating him like a child. Caesar took a seat, a thoughtful look on his face. "You've convinced me. What a surprise." Although his statement was true, his voice was just as flat as ever. He didn't want people to know he was actually impressed by Solveig's words. "So how do you make one of those... feathers and windchimes?"

#psychosocial.