He thinks of his own window at home, not so little in comparison to the room - half the wall, really - but forgettable in the grand scope of Los Angeles as a whole. Insignificant. He watched traffic and holo-ads and smog roll by, sometimes watched the windows across the street, one of millions, maybe even billions of snapshots of life, all facing buildings
He would feel an echoing pulse of homesickness if he weren't so entranced with what's in front of him, but he hears the unfamiliar word and looks up. At the question from Vrenille he nods, and draws his hand back so slowly, so carefully, the creatures in the tank don't withdraw again. Only then does he stand.
"The tunnel's over this way." He doesn't say it's his favorite, but it's there in his tone and the way he goes straight for it.
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Date: 2022-09-21 07:09 am (UTC)He thinks of his own window at home, not so little in comparison to the room - half the wall, really - but forgettable in the grand scope of Los Angeles as a whole. Insignificant. He watched traffic and holo-ads and smog roll by, sometimes watched the windows across the street, one of millions, maybe even billions of snapshots of life, all facing buildings
He would feel an echoing pulse of homesickness if he weren't so entranced with what's in front of him, but he hears the unfamiliar word and looks up. At the question from Vrenille he nods, and draws his hand back so slowly, so carefully, the creatures in the tank don't withdraw again. Only then does he stand.
"The tunnel's over this way." He doesn't say it's his favorite, but it's there in his tone and the way he goes straight for it.