Doesn't matter what I prefer! Everyone sees everything very differently, you know!
(finally, they arrive, and immediately, dazai's hand reaches for scott's. it's a much better view, as previously established, even if the club is full in red. perhaps a different tone could be similarly exciting? a trip of the visual senses?)
[Seeing things differently, huh. Scott wonders if that's just literally or metamorphically in this sense. Maybe both. Not like he disagrees with that sentiment anyway; everyone truly looks at different aspects of life in their own way.
Despite himself, his hand curls into Dazai's, taking that leap to trust him once more. With their grip solidified, Scott slowly slides his sunglasses to the top of his head before taking everything in with that new bright splash of color. It's still overwhelming, and there's some sad irony that the first time he sees a mostly naked woman in full color is one that's dancing on a pole right now.
Why couldn't it have been Jean--]
...They are very beautiful. [Wow, Summers.] I'm sure they would be glad to know that I'm not seeing their faces in some hue of red.
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(finally, they arrive, and immediately, dazai's hand reaches for scott's. it's a much better view, as previously established, even if the club is full in red. perhaps a different tone could be similarly exciting? a trip of the visual senses?)
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Despite himself, his hand curls into Dazai's, taking that leap to trust him once more. With their grip solidified, Scott slowly slides his sunglasses to the top of his head before taking everything in with that new bright splash of color. It's still overwhelming, and there's some sad irony that the first time he sees a mostly naked woman in full color is one that's dancing on a pole right now.
Why couldn't it have been Jean--]
...They are very beautiful. [Wow, Summers.] I'm sure they would be glad to know that I'm not seeing their faces in some hue of red.