04-23-2019, 03:35 PM
Raffe watched the spinning holos with some interest. Tech was never really his thing, particularly since he’d never had the extra income to indulge it. His laptop was beat-up; his phone was just a phone. He didn’t have much of an idea how you’d even begin to make the mind’s eye something tangible, but mostly he was curious to see the first flashes of the performance Nox was in the process of planning. Snippets of Nox's old life surfaced throughout the day. From what Raffe could tell, this certainly seemed like a departure.
He leaned on the doorframe, smiling. “Sure. Though it’s generally agreed I have very poor taste in clothes.” He stifled the laugh; it probably sounded more like he was clearing a blocked throat. Raffe was dressed sedately enough today; a t shirt and old jeans, but one only had to take a peek at his bedspread to appreciate he had a fondness for bright colour.
He leaned on the doorframe, smiling. “Sure. Though it’s generally agreed I have very poor taste in clothes.” He stifled the laugh; it probably sounded more like he was clearing a blocked throat. Raffe was dressed sedately enough today; a t shirt and old jeans, but one only had to take a peek at his bedspread to appreciate he had a fondness for bright colour.