🎶 | NANAO ISE // @HAKKYOKEN 001 // STARTER CALL
✧*:･ﾟ| HE could read for EVERY DAY of his life and never grow bored. Intelligence may best be put towards other endeavors, perhaps — he's far too active of limb to be lethargic every hour of every day! — but curling up with a good book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other? Well, very few of his interests could match that in PASSION, and even fewer were in his sights, current state of affairs considering. Certainly, he'd not have FAULT in desiring the equipment he left behind, even if the blessings of fresh air were wonderful and perhaps even needed compared to what he's been through.
IT can't be helped, but he could still SHARPEN his mind like a sword to a whetstone.
SCENTS of books and scrolls fill the air. Antiquated and cosy, it is the smell of the vast expanse of knowledge. He could always seek first the books written by his peers and contemporaries, witness the COSMOS pressed between beige pages, and yet -- he has all the time in the world, doesn't he? He would read anything from saucy romances to books on the history of Ecuador. Siebren has always been one to wander aimlessly when outside of his work.
HE hears the woman before he sees her, a frustrated sound reaching his ears. Siebren stops moving, mid-float, FLUTTERING in empty space. He frowns, gazing upwards at a book just out of her reach. How SIMPLE it would be to pluck it; defying gravity has many perks, after all.
❝AH … here you go.❞
