#am i being mean to umbriel by making him homesick? perhaps. :3c

[edmunderson]

prev. choice: umbriel would like to show you his favorite plants.

with a delighted smile, umbriel eagerly shows you his favorites that he keeps by the window in his room, telling you where he got each one and what he's named them; trinculo, cressida, sinope, pasiphae. the list goes on.

the longer he goes on, however, the more his smile slips from his face until it's gone, taking the atmosphere with it.

"it's not the same..." he says quietly, almost as if he's forgotten you're here.

but then he turns to you, another smile on his face, though this one looks tight at the edges. pained.

"i'm sorry, i know i invited you over, but... i think i need to be alone right now."

you know he's being sincere; there's stardust welling up in his eyes.

the last thing you see when you leave is umbriel, curling in on himself and gazing up at the starless daytime sky.