Dark can’t see colour. Sometimes Anti will describe them to him and yes, it’s cheesy and impossible, but he still tries. He describes pink as satin and the smell of candy, brown as fur coats and morning coffee, and green as early morning walks, flourishing life and comfort. “Your hair is green, right? And your eyes, too,” Dark has to ask because he tends to forget. Anti says that yes, he’s correct and Dark tells him that he thinks green would be his favourite colour then if he could see it. – ☆