The Celestial Institution | Semi-Advanced discussion

A dimly lit room with a soft bed pushed against one wall. The curtains are blackout curtains, and are shut more often than not. There’s two beanbags on the ground, one blue and one purple.

Dorian walked in, dropping his things onto his bed as he looked around, resting out things. He ran his hand over the bedsheets, smiling softly. He opened up the curtains slightly, staring at the view for a few moments before shutting it tight. He looked back at his bags, groaned, and started unpacking.