"A rudimentary di sotto in sù fresco," skips past that So, uh... along with an effortless flex of Italian. "More charming than architecturally convincing, but the dimensions are limiting."
Armand has seen enough cute murals in his life, flipped enough properties with ill-considered decorative elements, that he isn't immediately transported to the Renaissance by egg shell blue, swirling clouds. But still. Funny. There is, within him, an entire world of painted ceilings, of lurid colour, old world maximalism and perspective from half a millennia ago, and it is all contained at the bottom of an ocean, a trench within that ocean, where it is crushing and black and cold.
Amusing. He moves through the space, back turned to Daniel. Just as he'd left it. Both he's. "I don't particularly want to involve glassware or novelty mugs." Maybe if it's very fitting. World's Okayest Maker. "How neat are you?"
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Armand has seen enough cute murals in his life, flipped enough properties with ill-considered decorative elements, that he isn't immediately transported to the Renaissance by egg shell blue, swirling clouds. But still. Funny. There is, within him, an entire world of painted ceilings, of lurid colour, old world maximalism and perspective from half a millennia ago, and it is all contained at the bottom of an ocean, a trench within that ocean, where it is crushing and black and cold.
Amusing. He moves through the space, back turned to Daniel. Just as he'd left it. Both he's. "I don't particularly want to involve glassware or novelty mugs." Maybe if it's very fitting. World's Okayest Maker. "How neat are you?"