Verity puts a finger to its mouth and makes a shushing sound, though no one points out the fact that it is actually the loudest presence there. On the third floor of the observatory, the round body sitting squarely on the bed glows faintly with a green light, and beside it, Mobb squints the green eyes drawn on his hood as he looks down at Verity.

Looking outside It's not peaceful. It's morning outside, so it is peaceful.

Hi Mobb~

Yo, Twixel. It's night right now. I said it's morning.