Well you can tease me all you like on this, if not any of my schooling yet. [ He doesn't completely shake off the awkwardness, but the silence on the way there is more comfortable, Charles' mood grounded by Erik's supportive smile.
Charles all but charges through the unadorned door, stepping out of Erik's way to quietly wait for his word on it. Not quite as broad as his childhood room, but it is tall, three different levels of mostly empty shelves connected by a spiral staircase, reaching toward a brightly coloured stained glass dome that sprawls over the ceiling, dominating the roof and showering sunlight down onto the railings. Said railings aren't without their own familiarity - a rich red orange that turns the place into a warm blaze when the light hits it, like the Goden Gate Bridge did when Charles woke with the sunrise in San Francisco.
The patterns too are reminiscent of the subtle designs on the bracelet, Charles tracing the nearest flourish and glancing sidelong at his friend. ]
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Charles all but charges through the unadorned door, stepping out of Erik's way to quietly wait for his word on it. Not quite as broad as his childhood room, but it is tall, three different levels of mostly empty shelves connected by a spiral staircase, reaching toward a brightly coloured stained glass dome that sprawls over the ceiling, dominating the roof and showering sunlight down onto the railings. Said railings aren't without their own familiarity - a rich red orange that turns the place into a warm blaze when the light hits it, like the Goden Gate Bridge did when Charles woke with the sunrise in San Francisco.
The patterns too are reminiscent of the subtle designs on the bracelet, Charles tracing the nearest flourish and glancing sidelong at his friend. ]