For the citadel, you mean? [Nansen glances back over-shoulder, watching as the elevator doors close again. Where are you off to now, you mysterious little box??] That'd be fun! We can go up and down whenever we want! Let's ask aruji when we get back.
[Imagine all the buttons he'll be able to press...!]
[Nansen's struggling his dress shoes off in the foyer while Tsuru wanders in, but it takes no time at all for him to spot the best thing in the room: the couch.] Uwa!! Look at how fluffy those cushions are--!
Nya!
[He trots up to it and flops into a sprawl immediately, burying his face into a throw pillow. So soft, and squishy... He giggles to himself as he curls up, rubbing his cheek into it.]
Western-style furniture is soooo soft, nyaa.... ah?? [Lifting his head as his eyes come to rest on something next to him, he reaches over the arm of the couch and picks up a picture frame, turning it over in his hands. That's right, humans take these photograph things with cameras instead of painting portraits, now.] Mm, it's a beach. [Kind of strange, though. It was mostly blurry... Not a very good picture.]
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[Imagine all the buttons he'll be able to press...!]
[Nansen's struggling his dress shoes off in the foyer while Tsuru wanders in, but it takes no time at all for him to spot the best thing in the room: the couch.] Uwa!! Look at how fluffy those cushions are--!
Nya!
[He trots up to it and flops into a sprawl immediately, burying his face into a throw pillow. So soft, and squishy... He giggles to himself as he curls up, rubbing his cheek into it.]
Western-style furniture is soooo soft, nyaa.... ah?? [Lifting his head as his eyes come to rest on something next to him, he reaches over the arm of the couch and picks up a picture frame, turning it over in his hands. That's right, humans take these photograph things with cameras instead of painting portraits, now.] Mm, it's a beach. [Kind of strange, though. It was mostly blurry... Not a very good picture.]