[ Alberto doesn't bother doing much of anything to prepare his room. Even if he'd cleaned and tidied tremendously... it would make little difference. Because this is more than likely the most cluttered, most hodgepodge, most bizarre room in the entire inn ((tl;dr gallery post)).
Grey and snowy outside, it leaves a dismal sort of lighting shining through the window, offset by an array of colorful fairy lightsabove his bed, the lights refracting tiny rainbows across the room in a collection of tiny crystalshanging from a dead tree branch propped up on the top of his ill-stocked armoire, the lighting of the crowded room made even warmer by the glow of some dancing flames in a few scattered candles lit from the Candlebloom spell given out when the power had gone out not long ago, even though he's no need for it now that the electricity works again; he just likes the ambience... The scene is made all the more ambient with the warm glow of a rusty old kerosene lantern sitting on his surprisingly uncluttered desk, the only focal point on it being his old Polaroid camera and scattered photos around it, even more photos strung up on twine along the wall above his bed.
The ambience of the warm, low, colorful lighting is matched well by some pop music he knew back home playing at full volume from his phone. Sofia is standing on a chaise longue staring out the window, claws clinging to a rusty old bicycle wheel Alberto seems to be using as a bulletin board of sorts, little lizard face pressed gingerly to the glass between pieces of a delicate-looking antique alchemy set perched precariously along the windowsill, several homemadecat toys strung along the windowsill below it. Carlo is curled up in Alberto's bed, sleeping with his iridescent wings folded against him. There's a strong smell of coffee in the air for the pot of espresso brewing on the stovetop in the kitchenette. It's all... quite the scene. Cozy, charming, but, uh— overwhelming, for sure.
Alberto opens the door wrapped up in a raggedy looking old quilt around his shoulders over some long faded jeans held up by a rope around his waist and a fitted yellow T-shirt, looking more tired than his usual bright-eyed, bushy-tailed self, hair a little wilder than the other times they've met, because he's just been lounging in bed for days... But somehow, he still looks entirely in his element. He offers her a lazy, half-lidded smile as he welcomes her in with a light wave of his hand, eyes drifting to the bags of stuff she's brought. ]
Ciao... Thanks for coming.
[ Sofia only breaks her attention away from staring outside the window once the door is shut and Amy's fully in, then stares at her with wide, intense eyes, before leaping off the chaise longue and scurrying underneath the bed with impressive but frantic speed. This causes Alberto immediate aggravation and embarrassment. ]
Sofia! Dai! C'mon! Ack— Sorry... She's still shy...
[ He wants to make a good impression as a dinosaur-dad to Amy most especially... Sofia be acting up now? ]
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Grey and snowy outside, it leaves a dismal sort of lighting shining through the window, offset by an array of colorful fairy lights above his bed, the lights refracting tiny rainbows across the room in a collection of tiny crystals hanging from a dead tree branch propped up on the top of his ill-stocked armoire, the lighting of the crowded room made even warmer by the glow of some dancing flames in a few scattered candles lit from the Candlebloom spell given out when the power had gone out not long ago, even though he's no need for it now that the electricity works again; he just likes the ambience... The scene is made all the more ambient with the warm glow of a rusty old kerosene lantern sitting on his surprisingly uncluttered desk, the only focal point on it being his old Polaroid camera and scattered photos around it, even more photos strung up on twine along the wall above his bed.
The ambience of the warm, low, colorful lighting is matched well by some pop music he knew back home playing at full volume from his phone. Sofia is standing on a chaise longue staring out the window, claws clinging to a rusty old bicycle wheel Alberto seems to be using as a bulletin board of sorts, little lizard face pressed gingerly to the glass between pieces of a delicate-looking antique alchemy set perched precariously along the windowsill, several homemade cat toys strung along the windowsill below it. Carlo is curled up in Alberto's bed, sleeping with his iridescent wings folded against him. There's a strong smell of coffee in the air for the pot of espresso brewing on the stovetop in the kitchenette. It's all... quite the scene. Cozy, charming, but, uh— overwhelming, for sure.
Alberto opens the door wrapped up in a raggedy looking old quilt around his shoulders over some long faded jeans held up by a rope around his waist and a fitted yellow T-shirt, looking more tired than his usual bright-eyed, bushy-tailed self, hair a little wilder than the other times they've met, because he's just been lounging in bed for days... But somehow, he still looks entirely in his element. He offers her a lazy, half-lidded smile as he welcomes her in with a light wave of his hand, eyes drifting to the bags of stuff she's brought. ]
Ciao... Thanks for coming.
[ Sofia only breaks her attention away from staring outside the window once the door is shut and Amy's fully in, then stares at her with wide, intense eyes, before leaping off the chaise longue and scurrying underneath the bed with impressive but frantic speed. This causes Alberto immediate aggravation and embarrassment. ]
Sofia! Dai! C'mon! Ack— Sorry... She's still shy...
[ He wants to make a good impression as a dinosaur-dad to Amy most especially... Sofia be acting up now? ]