Find nothing but faith in nothing

[antiqueatrocity]

It--it's right, um.  Right up here.

He leads Cipher B up the stairs, opening the door to the beach room hesitantly and peering inside.  Nobody was there, and it takes him a moment to edge in, glancing around the sand and shoving his hands in his pockets.

Is... d-do you like it?

[[OOC: after this]]

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[8222002]

[B follows A silently, with both hands in his pocket and a slouch in his walk. Before he fully enters the room, he pauses to cuff his pant legs to keep the sand out, and steps in, making a face at the feel of sand against his feet. He has to squint against the sun, but after his pupils contract, he takes his time to look around, sighing softly at salty wind whipping his hair about.]

It's... not what I thought it would be.

[antiqueatrocity]

Oh?

He turns back, pushing his hands deeper in his pockets and looking a bit timidly towards the other.

W-what were you thinking?

[8222002]

Pictures. It's... more animated. [He takes a step out, managing not to wince as the sand goes between his toes.]

[antiqueatrocity]

A tilts his head, noting the slight discomfort.

We... we c-can leave, if you'd like. Th-there's always th-the snow room?