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Octavio held one of the large elegant doors to his bedroom open, garnished with polished, stained glass depicting a large cephalopod creature. His small friend Craig Cuttlefish slipped in slowly, and the prince closed the door gently behind him. The two boys stood in the doorway for a bit, Craig in utter awe with his surroundings and Octavio simply breathing in his presence.
Directly behind the closed doors there was a lone balcony, its glossy, clear doors had been wide open and the silk curtains were dancing around softly in the moonlight. White splotches of light littered the lavish blue sky that was painted across the great mountains encapsulated by the windows lovingly crafted frame.
A cold breeze blew itself quietly through the young noble's room and it swept both of the pairs' tentacles around gently. The crisp air bit at Octavio’s nose and a bit at his cheeks, which were lightly dusted in a soft green hue. His sharp wasabi eyes rolled Craig’s stance as he continued to eye his surroundings. The room smelled of fresh mint, and gentle citrus.
Octavio finally decided to break the bitter silence between them by offering the inkling a seat near his bed. Craig obliged and sat down in a lush red chair, though its pigment had been faded by the night and became more of a purple. Its wood thoughtfully carved into scenes depicting Octari culture -though one would have to really stare deeply to behold that it was not just some appealing pattern. The chair was seated next to an equally thoughtful -and quite wide- nightstand adorned with a small plant, a record player and a tea kettle.
The Octarian dug through some of his old records, in a precise stack next to his bookshelf. He pulled one out and dusted it off a bit. He held it up to Craig in a sort-of-asking-for-approval way, The inkling just nodded and smiled. Octavio slipped the vinyl out of its case and set it in the sleek record player next to Craig. He began to pour tea into a small cup and then Craig chimed in
“So uh, not much of a talker tonight, aren’t we?” He sputtered out quietly, as to not wake anyone, it was the middle of the night after all.
The corridors were echo-y, and the dwelling was large, but Craig hadn’t the first idea of the floor plan. He decided it was better safe than sorry.
“Mm” Octavio simply hummed a response “I wouldn’t want to wake anyone”
“I guess music isn’t really the best choice then?” Craig said, slyly
“I’ll play it quietly” he chuckled softly, his voice low and tired.