The combination of faint floral/herbal/fruit smell was oddly soothing despite how indistinct it was, and the space was well-arranged enough that Ignis didn't even come close to humiliating himself by crashing into something while trying to avoid another thing. No desk, yet, but the space was taking shape around him at least. "If we can find proper scissors, hair-cutting is another service that will likely be called for, sooner or later. I doubt that anyone's hair will cease to grow just because we're trapped here."
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Date: 2017-04-11 02:15 am (UTC)