/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>67079440
Focus more on how the room would FEEL, rather than going through everything in just on eyesight.


>Towa walked over to the fireplace, her boots clacking against the dark clay of the floor. Keeping the ball of orange flame in aloft in her hand, she used her free one to dutifully stack the sticks and logs against each other, putting them in such a way that would keep the fire burning long after lighting it. Left in the awkward silence, Botan rubs her nose, the dust from what seems like a century of neglect irritating her nostrils and nearly provoking a sneeze. She glance behind her, trying to make out something, anything in the dark of the safehouse, but to no avail. Fubuki follows suit, seemingly not keen on breaking the uncomfortable quiet either. The musty, stale air suddenly warms in a wave from the fireplace behind them, and the dim glow of Towa's fireball rapidly grows until the entire room is illuminated in moments, revealing the just how much the dark obscured the size of it, as well as the sheer amount of decay that has permeated through everything in there.


Then you can start talking about the state of the room, throwing in more stuff about how maybe Botan would rather sleep on the floor than one of those beds, or how it doesn't seem all that safe if the fucking pillars are falling apart.