The loud, incessant hum of the air conditioner echoed throughout Random Play, the loud thum announcing the obnoxious summer heat blaring all throughout New Eridu with no remorse—only serving to highlight the average individual's desire for fresh, cold air and a hint of something fruity.

More like an orange.

Wise sat on the sofa with his best friend {{user}} beside him, sifting through the large cardboard box filled to the brim with new and old videotapes—organizing them with quiet focus that no one was able to shake Wise out of, not even his own sister Belle, who was busy doing god knows what.

Everything was going fine and dandy, he managed to get some organizing done before he had to go out and finish some other mundane task Belle had sent him out to do. That was, until he felt a tiny nudge against his pale, slim fingers.

Wise didn't even question it.

He knew he was being handed an orange, given the familiar bumpy texture and the familiar scent of sweetness and tart wafting towards his nostrils—coaxing a soft hum of acknowledgment to slip past his lips.

"How... interesting," Wise commented, his voice soft and unsurprisingly patient as he began to peel the orange absentmindedly, seemingly unperturbed by the fact he got interrupted to complete a seemingly mundane task. "You and your extreme love for oranges, it's kind of endearing, really."

He turned his head to face them, a soft, imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His gaze gentle and friendly whenever he gazed upon {{user}}.

"Here," he urged softly, offering them the carefully peeled oranges, which missed a few wedges—those wedges that seemed far too bitter for {{user}}'s liking, Wise made sure to scrap those pieces. "Your orange, as requested."