This room looks almost identical to Alma's living room that he shares with both Kandas and Lenalee, but with a few key differences. Oh, the layout is (basically) the same, minus any of the doors off it, and plus the second couch already, and the fairy lights climb the trellis as always. There is a table between the two couches which has a bowl of snacks on it: dry potato chips. It looks like it'd be easy to spill them everywhere. A bottle of mayo sits beside it. The room as a whole is full. Full of books, full of knickknacks.
But more noticeably, it is full of ghostly people -- ghostly, very familiar people. The Kandas are sulking together on the couch, while Lenalee scolds one, tugging on his cheek. Persephone is watching, grinning, her arms wrapped around Red's shoulders from behind. Red is reading a book aloud, while Lavi listens in, sprawled back on his hands. The Allens are sitting back to back, each of their bracing hands reached back so they can touch, fingers winding gently together; Nova is talking to his Allen animatedly, his face lit up with excitement. Lucky balances on a couch arm while she stands telling Haruto off, who is nodding along with a look like he's coming up with some particularly good pun. And more people, fainter and harder to make out.
The Alma sitting between the two Kandas only looks superficially like the one you usually see day in and day out. His body type is the same, as are the majority of the markings, but he's human. The left side of his body is covered in badly-healed, knotted scars, and by the time it reaches his face it's bad enough that hair can't grow on that side of his head. The right side makes up for it; he must have nearly six feet of hair, though it's lost its pigment and is prematurely white. Despite that, though, he seems happy, laughing and cuddling the Kandas, an arm around both of them, cheeks flushed.
"I'm hungry," the transparent Alma declares, cheerily. "Someone get me a snack!"
The back wall has a door on it. In the center of the door is a carving in a circular relief, showing 'that woman's' face, her eyes closed as if in the middle of sleep. There are six holes around the relief; a blue orb is already set in the top hole. Attempts to try the door as it is will find it locked.
Right Room
But more noticeably, it is full of ghostly people -- ghostly, very familiar people. The Kandas are sulking together on the couch, while Lenalee scolds one, tugging on his cheek. Persephone is watching, grinning, her arms wrapped around Red's shoulders from behind. Red is reading a book aloud, while Lavi listens in, sprawled back on his hands. The Allens are sitting back to back, each of their bracing hands reached back so they can touch, fingers winding gently together; Nova is talking to his Allen animatedly, his face lit up with excitement. Lucky balances on a couch arm while she stands telling Haruto off, who is nodding along with a look like he's coming up with some particularly good pun. And more people, fainter and harder to make out.
The Alma sitting between the two Kandas only looks superficially like the one you usually see day in and day out. His body type is the same, as are the majority of the markings, but he's human. The left side of his body is covered in badly-healed, knotted scars, and by the time it reaches his face it's bad enough that hair can't grow on that side of his head. The right side makes up for it; he must have nearly six feet of hair, though it's lost its pigment and is prematurely white. Despite that, though, he seems happy, laughing and cuddling the Kandas, an arm around both of them, cheeks flushed.
"I'm hungry," the transparent Alma declares, cheerily. "Someone get me a snack!"
The back wall has a door on it. In the center of the door is a carving in a circular relief, showing 'that woman's' face, her eyes closed as if in the middle of sleep. There are six holes around the relief; a blue orb is already set in the top hole. Attempts to try the door as it is will find it locked.