Tracing a finger behind his ear, he pondered about the thought of it. He did not doubt that there were external interference that a hand in this matter. His eyes moved towards the lying figure that was rolling around in playfully, nestling in her warm, sinking bed.
Perhaps magic had role to pl-
"What are you thinking about, I suppose? Pepa is starting to get bored, so hurry up and entertain me, or I will flick you far, far away. Farther than any authority, dominion, or hegemony
could ever hope to" She muttered as she sat on her bed in vainglory, linking her
fingers together several times as if testing its friction, and gently rubbing her tones
together.
"The man who is coming upstairs, is he the one that will ..." Hesitating to continue his
sentence that he had inquired multiple times, he went silent for a few moments
before speaking up once more.
"Help me know about this world ... ?" He questioned.
"Know, yes, Help, no."
Pepa retorted immediately, as she brought her right-hand forward, to Noel's oddity.
Ignoring his confound expression, she snapped her thumb and index fingers
unnaturally, with a tranquil expression upon her features.
Taking a step back, Noel pressed his eyelids shut as a wave of disorientation
suddenly overtook his vision, the colors before him spreading and twisting in an
irrationally, unlogical sequence.
"Open your eyes, I suppose. It is now safe. No, it has always been safe in fact. Your
eyes are just too fragile"
Noel's eyelids slowly fluttered open steadily and slowly, his vision suddenly
erupting into sudden stars at his shift of vision slowly stabilized.
"What did you just do, Pepa?" He inquired with irritation, rubbing his eyes with
the palm of his hand.
"Hmph, it seems you dropped your honorifics after getting used to this Pepa, Forget-
me-not. Where is your respect? Where did it fly away?"
After a few moments of silence, Noel blinked twice, getting used to his new profound
vision that had blurred for a few seconds.
"Are ... we still in the library? Why did we suddenly ... change location ? Is that why the dizzy sensation suddenly overwhelmed
my mind?" He asked with genuine surprise at the shift on environment.
"I suppose, in fact, you are not as idiotic as you may seem."
"And you did not warn me before you changed the environment? I have never been
quite well with motion sickness, especially in buses, cars, and aircrafts, you see. What
if I vomited my stomach onto your previous carpet because of your lack of warning?"
Turning his head as he observed the new environment, he marveled at how proficient
and unnaturally sharp it seemed.
Instead of the light woodish colors for the library, it had turned an unnaturally dark wood color. Crystal lass closets that displayed ancient-seeming antiques appeared from empty nothingness. The carpet and flooring changed to a darker shade, and the shelves of books vanished, instead
leaving one or two, with all round bright side colors that highlighted their
modernness.
"This Pepa doesn't know what you are talking about, but if you vomited on my carpet
floor, then naturally, I would have used you as an efficient rag to clean it up, I
suppose"
Even the celling itself, which was filled with chandlers now held modern lights in the
ceiling, neither too white, nor too yellow, a transition in between.
"Why did you change the environment suddenly in the first place?" His eyes turned
towards her in interest, subtly ignoring her attempt at offending him despite
knowing she would not hesitate to truly use him as a human mop.
"Because of your guest, well of course"
"Is that the same reason you changed your outfit?"
A cushioned black obsidian chair appeared, as Pepa sat down, her shoes turning to
rabbit bedroom shoes. Her outfit remained the same, but atop of her head stood a
small black half-top hat to the side of her head, along with other rabbit-shaped
ornate hairclips.
"No, Pepa just likes a change after a whil-"
DING
Before Noel could respond, a sudden ripple of presence filled the library, a weight
that drew the gaze of everyone in the room. The air seemed to stiffen slightly, as if
the walls themselves acknowledged the arrival.
At the end of the hall filled with couches, cushions, and books, an elevator appeared.
[The new room is directly connected to a hall or rather a large lounge filled with said
things like portraits of Pepa, couches, vases, glass ceilings, etc]
From the newly appeared elevator stepped a man whose very posture radiated
command. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with precise deliberation, every
motion measured as he walked straight to the open room, his apathetic eyes
focusing on it, his breathing calm, yet slightly heavy.
"You interrupted my words, Exile. You are also dropping blood on Pepa's carpet, I
suppose. Go take a shower, use something for your stench, and come back." She
muttered in indignance, moving her petite hand away with dismisal, as if asking him,
no, as if ordering him to move back.
The man paused his footsteps, as his eyes slowly moved towards a small barely
visible trail of blood sourced from his injured top heel that was painted a red mixed
with black, cut in a straight line.
His eyes looked back to where Pepa was seated, not sparing a glance towards her
guest as he exhaled. He scratched the bottom of his whitening beard, before using
his index finger to straighten his slightly rough mustache.
"As formal as ever, Lady."
He let out a smile filled with a mix of apathy and nostology.
"But I don't mind."