At the Seaside Estate.
Iris and Bryan had claimed the left sofa as a small world of two.
She was tucked under his arm, half a glass of something pink and sparkling balanced on the curve of her knee. While Bryan kept a sly smile as his thumb traced absent circles against her shoulder.
The two of them weren't talking, exactly. They just sometimes tilt their head to meet each other's gaze. Let out a soft snort at some private joke. Then Iris let her head sink against his collarbone, snuggling as much as she wanted.
The holographic display floated above the oval table between the sofas. Right now, the projection was idling on the mecha simulation's arena's pre-match screen.
Two mechas were standing in idle, empty cockpits, and empty pilot bios. The players were still adjusting their settings to meet their needs.
Across the table, on the other sofa, Ciel had drawn his knees up onto the cushion. He was talking to Sarah next to him and Thiago on the other end of the sofa.
