idolpro | The Last Supper

[ All things considered, the room looks fairly comfy. Dark mahogany walls are decorated with wine red velvet curtains, and chaise lounges and deep-cushioned chairs in matching upholstery arrange themselves in front of a large plasma TV screen that can receive input from any idol's smartphone, though it cannot be changed from the current screen.

A hallway attaches to the room, branching off into two hallways. In the inner hallway, there's a kitchenette—it holds no food in either the fridge or the cupboards, but perhaps as an insult the fridge door's inside shelf holds a gold-framed painting of split pomegranates with seeds artistically spilling onto the ground. At least it's not entirely useless as a room—there are any number of melee weapons in the cupboards and shelves, each weapon's handle furnished with decorative snakes in the unit's color.

Past the kitchen is a modest bathroom that nevertheless uses the majority of its space for its bath and shower, including various skin and hair care products (though no electric plugs, despite the presence of hair dryers), sparkly bath bombs, and a seemingly endless number of wine red towels and bathrobes. Across the bathroom is what seems to be a luxurious sleeping room, somehow large enough to hold as many beds as needed for the unit; the sheets are similarly wine red with what feels like a million thread count, and the mattresses and pillows might be made of the softest material in existence.

The outer hallway leads to the mud room, which leads toward the outside. ]

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I don't really know anyone in that unit, so I had no idea. I wouldn't go after children.

[ Perhaps a bit too forceful. This is highly personal. ]

Um, well - it's possible that it might be something different for you - ... I'm a little bit older, so to me - there are more children here than someone else might see, you know...?

In a way, I guess. But I don't think I ever had much of a childhood. Anyone who can wield a weapon in their own defense seems like they'd not want to be thought of as a child in this situation.

But... how old do you consider someone to be when they're no longer a child?

[ hm ]

Oh -

I don't really know...

You must have some criteria for who's a child, since you know Felicity is one.

[ Trying so hard to be patient here, which is made a bit easier because Dia is endlessly adorable. ]