[Ango is focused on the books, but Sylvain's attention is arrested by the flowers. Of course he is the kind of asshole who learned floriography, and that's starting to look like it wasn't a complete waste of time. This is a dream, after all. There has to be some meaning behind all the flowers. He hums and runs his fingers over a canna lily.]
Confidence, hope...
[Strangely positive for the rest of the vibes.]
Hmm?
[He tunes back in to Ango narrating to himself. He sees the ninja with his pen out, and a creepy winged eyeball hovering by his shoulder. Luck steps forward and smacks it away with a hand like one would a large fly.]
Library
[Ango is focused on the books, but Sylvain's attention is arrested by the flowers. Of course he is the kind of asshole who learned floriography, and that's starting to look like it wasn't a complete waste of time. This is a dream, after all. There has to be some meaning behind all the flowers. He hums and runs his fingers over a canna lily.]
Confidence, hope...
[Strangely positive for the rest of the vibes.]
Hmm?
[He tunes back in to Ango narrating to himself. He sees the ninja with his pen out, and a creepy winged eyeball hovering by his shoulder. Luck steps forward and smacks it away with a hand like one would a large fly.]
I don't think that's a good idea, Decadence.