Nox nodded in agreement with the newcomer's thoughts on snowy nonsense, but they also sensed the chilly memories that could give form to something substantial if one had the focus. Thank the powers that be the this person didn't—at least for now.
As the other continued to express their amazement, Nox was more than a little flattered, but it didn't show beyond their welcoming demeanor. This dream was pretty low-key as far as focus and creativity were concerned, so Nox didn't feel like the compliments and amazement were really earned.
With Alex's introduction, Nox's smile pulled into a wider grin as they gripped the offered hand, "Well, if somebody got all of 'di time and personal space, 'dem may not bother wit' it since it can get dangerous." They then shook Alex's hand and added, "Noxolo—Nox for short."
Then they let go of Alex's hand, and, with the threat of a laugh bubbling im their throat, added, "So let me get 'dis straight... Yuh wandered here cus sleep is boring and you're a clutz?"
Alex then began to throw around an overwhelmingly embarassing amount of praise about art and Nox's dreamscape to where they couldn't help their voice softening into a sincere tone, "Thanks…" but the Jamaican quickly recovered their playful lilt to pivot back to the original excuse, "…but yuh never goin' to live down 'di boring clutz t'ing."
"Anyway, let's go." And on Nox's word the people on the street had all gone along with all shops' lights—save for the one closest to them, where warm and cool lights lit up the shop windows.
"So 'dis place is just some spring cleaning," Nox gestured around Tallygarunga Road, "where when you let your brain sleeps it reorganizes everyt'ing—feelings, memories, experiences, and perception of 'di world—however it feels like." Nox then walked over to the shop door and held it open for Alex, "But in here's where I sit' 'round, sometimes wit' company, and do what I feel like."
The door opened up into a viney, water-filled cavern lit up with warm lamps, the glow of underwater windows, and a massive and taut web-like hammock for the floor. Channels of shelves wound around the walls and were stuffed with Nox's favorite (majority mystery) novels, textbooks and magical manuals or do-it-yourself books. The cavern shelves climbed up towards a leafy canpoy of hanging finger limes, cacao pods and newly budded bush tucker that Nox was still learning about. But the well worn areas of the cave hung off of corners, niches, and cave columns like actual hammocks: tabletops with their centers cutout and replaced with large, looser hammocks, as if they were some kinda hanging lounge desks. And the table surfaces were littered with pillows, books, drums, berimbaus, and random things around that had been charmed or transfigured.
Nox gestured around the space and looked back at Alex, "I'm usually scheming and practicing t'ings here."