HONEY, WHEN I GET RESTLESS ☆ picking a room

[LUMIA CIPHER.]

It was funny, in a way, to see the stark difference between the two Ciphers currently in the room, and Harland. Both Lumia and Vayne were fairly social creatures, after all. They spent most of their time around the group, talking to others and getting to know them. In fact, Mia almost prided herself on her social skills – mainly because she'd had to develop them mostly on her own, with no guidance from her father. It wasn't as if Caesar cared much for the usual social conventions, or how to make friends. He really only cared about those he could manipulate, and that had become clear to his daughter not long after she could talk. It was because of this that Lu couldn't help the soft laugh that left her at Harland's behavior. The other was even more awkward than she had been when she had first arrived, with his stilted laughter and his best efforts to be friendly. She had no intention of holding this against him, obviously. In fact, she found it rather charming, and could see why others appreciated having him around. Maybe at some point she could talk to him in private, and give him a few pointers on how to relax a bit. The girl liked to think that she could be a decent enough teacher, after all.

Figuring she could ask Harland about such a lesson later, Lumia first focused her attention on her niece, Vayne. It took a moment for her to realize what the other was suggesting, but she found herself smiling when she did. It was obvious that Vayne enjoyed shell collecting, and displaying what she was able to find – the way she lit up while suggesting such a thing was proof enough of that. So, Mia felt glad that Vayne wanted to share the activity with her, and help decorate her – at the moment – extremely sparse room. With her own short tail twitching behind her, the wheat colored feline nodded before speaking, "Ah... yeah! That sounds good to me. Really anything, to make this place a bit more homey... not that I don't like it. I just think that shells could bring a bit of color into the place, don't you?" She had a smile on her face as she questioned Vayne, imagining what the other would be able to find for her. Of course, she also didn't want Vayne tiring herself out too much while searching. Perhaps if Mia was able to catch her niece when she went searching, she could go along with her.

The girl then turned her attention back to Harland, flicking her ear as she processed what the other had said. A room-warming gift, huh? The suggestion made sense, but Lumia still felt bad about requesting such a thing. She really didn't mind how barren the room was – she was used to it, after all. However, it would also be rude to reject such an offer, so she responded with an even purr, "A room-warming gift? Well, that certainly is kind of you... don't worry too much about it, though. I'll take pretty much anything, and I really don't need much. Just somewhere to lay my head and a place to read, maybe." Those were the essentials of living for her, and the second was mainly just so she could write in her journal. She was sure that others would argue that there was a lot more than that to having your own space, however. To some, decorating was a vital part of living, since it meant that you could customize the space around you to truly reflect your distinct personality. However... Lumia was still figuring herself out. She didn't quite know how to put together a room that reflected her in the perfect way. Not yet, that is.

Upon realizing that her thoughts had been drifting once more, Lu quickly shook her head from side to side, a brief sigh leaving her. Now wasn't the time to get stuck in her own mind – especially not when Har was still talking to her. About her suggestion to move onto the Anchored Tempest. It was a relief to hear that he would at least consider it, when taking into account what she had heard about his last attempt to find his own place. She made no effort to hide her smile as she responded, a soft laugh leaving her, "Yeah, it is. Like I said, the tavern has the same sort of communal nature, but... I'm fairly sure you get to deal with a lot less sloppy drunks while living here." Not that sloppy drunks were given that much leniency within the tavern. After all, whoever was manning the bar at the time would usually toss them out after a while, if they got too rowdy. Mia was always grateful for that, at the very least.

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