With interest he attends whatever she points out, the gallery, the nothing where something might eventually be (he can see a few of those), leans to see the spooky stairs, gazes up at Even More Stairs. Truly a house of horrors. Looks comfy, though. Definitely looks like someone's bon-papa paid for it, he's seen a few of those, and the resemblance is
—not exact. More undercity than topside. One would be hard pressed to achieve Piltover's unyielding symmetry in a shell of this character—given measuring tools, he reckons he would find a scarcity of perfect right angles—but some might try to force her into shape.
"It... reminds me a little of home. These especially," with light gestures to the nearest table lamp, to the one hanging just there, led by his finger. "The coloured glass. You see it everywhere, lit up like this... usually with," how do you explain neon lights to a person, "rarefied gases," no, "which... are visually similar to, eh. To glowstones."
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—not exact. More undercity than topside. One would be hard pressed to achieve Piltover's unyielding symmetry in a shell of this character—given measuring tools, he reckons he would find a scarcity of perfect right angles—but some might try to force her into shape.
"It... reminds me a little of home. These especially," with light gestures to the nearest table lamp, to the one hanging just there, led by his finger. "The coloured glass. You see it everywhere, lit up like this... usually with," how do you explain neon lights to a person, "rarefied gases," no, "which... are visually similar to, eh. To glowstones."
Nice.