[The lack of sound is continually unsettling for Iceland; while he'd always thought he preferred silence, being so without the usual ambient sounds that occur in any space is making him nervous. At least he probably won't have to worry about Ernest saying much, if this is his body. He's not sure what to "say", so he focuses on the first concern that pops into his head.]
You didn't set any of my books on fire, right?
[His bedroom being, basically, a bed, bookshelves, and piles of books.]
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You didn't set any of my books on fire, right?
[His bedroom being, basically, a bed, bookshelves, and piles of books.]