αsιяι яιsυs
╌╌› ичмρн σғ тнє sєαs
αη∂ ιғ ωε cℓιмв тнιs нιgн...
The puppeteer hums and scratches her head as she attempts to decide a color for her monologue bits. She's thinking about a pale blue or a light gray, but isn't sure if the colors will show. She's also thinking of a green, but shakes her head, feeling it'd be too abstract; she likes keeping her color schemes flowing into each other.
She raises an eyebrow, mentally thinking, 'How will this work?' as she first tries the gray-blue. Her lips pursed to one side, too bland. So she begins thinking of a green, possibly one to match Asiri's dress?
"If I'm going to use green as the paragraph color... then pink should be the dialogue," the puppeteer confirms, and smiles at the color choices. Her next thought: recoloring to match the actual bit. She sighs, 'Back to hunting for colors.'
She raises an eyebrow, mentally thinking, 'How will this work?' as she first tries the gray-blue. Her lips pursed to one side, too bland. So she begins thinking of a green, possibly one to match Asiri's dress?
"If I'm going to use green as the paragraph color... then pink should be the dialogue," the puppeteer confirms, and smiles at the color choices. Her next thought: recoloring to match the actual bit. She sighs, 'Back to hunting for colors.'
... ι sωεαя ωε'ℓℓ ηεvεя ∂ιε
αи∂ нєαℓєя σғ ιтнυs ‹╌╌
ғιη∂ мε нεяε:
ωιтн:
ση α qυεsт:
ωιтн:
ση α qυεsт:
