[ To be fair, he's always confident. Most of the time, at least. He watches her, then grins, because damn, it's really not an exaggeration. ]
Nice!
[ And into the suite they go! There might be some instrument sounds from a few doors down - probably Orion practicing like the good boy he is, or maybe someone else - but it seems empty enough, and they'll make it to Squalo's room without running into anyone. Once they're in, he shuts the door and turns back to her. ]
Oh? Figures. They fucking hate customization.
[ He's tried to replace the default red sheets with blue ones only to find them changed back every time he went out for a longer time. There's still a couple blue throw pillows remaining, though. And, well, his room is generally clean and tidy (surprise surprise), but there's sure a lot of instruments laying about. And not just cellos; there's a guitar and even a violin rested against one of the amplifiers. ]
*be
Nice!
[ And into the suite they go! There might be some instrument sounds from a few doors down - probably Orion practicing like the good boy he is, or maybe someone else - but it seems empty enough, and they'll make it to Squalo's room without running into anyone. Once they're in, he shuts the door and turns back to her. ]
Oh? Figures. They fucking hate customization.
[ He's tried to replace the default red sheets with blue ones only to find them changed back every time he went out for a longer time. There's still a couple blue throw pillows remaining, though. And, well, his room is generally clean and tidy (surprise surprise), but there's sure a lot of instruments laying about. And not just cellos; there's a guitar and even a violin rested against one of the amplifiers. ]
[ He's strolling right for the closet, though. ]
Make yourself at home. Let's see...