Dim, small, cozy, empty-- pretty. Cake grinned to himself, watching the shadows form in the four corners like an extremely patient person would watch grass grow, hand folded in his lap and legs haphazardly stretched out in front of him, calm and loose. He'd moved over to the half-asleep (now not-at-all-asleep) Nike the moment he'd processed the man was in the room, not spending time wondering why they were. Why never mattered.
It was a bit... boxy, though. The room. A twist, and Anti was glancing back at X, previously (carefully) blank mind filling a bit with thoughts. ... But it wasn't totally boxy! There was... there was chalf. Why was there chalf?
-- Hadn't he just thought that the 'why' didn't matter? The former heartless shook his head, wavering smile coming back full-forced at Nike's swearing, figuring things weren't too bad. Small spaces were nice, though it'd be better to have an airway. Didn't people need an airway? "What does chalk do?" His thoughts and words never seemed to match up. But that was a good question, to Anti: chalk didn't normally lay in an empty room, did it? Where were the people supposed to use it?