[ His reply is easy as he walks, glancing back over his shoulder at Sasuke only once before heading down the inside stairs. Down two flights, he turns into the main hallway and heads to a door left slightly ajar on the righthand side. ]
I've looked through all the rooms that haven't already been taken.
[ The one he leads into is a masculinely furnished space: a worn whiskey leather couch, navy curtains pulled away from the window, a wooden coffee table and an entertainment console stuffed with toys and gadgets. The kitchenette and wooden kitchen table are nestled to the left of the main sitting room, colored in tones of oak cabinets and silver appliances. There isn't much in the way of decor other than a few posters for movies plastered on the walls and a picture frame on the small end table beside the couch; it shows nothing but a fuzzy, off center shot with no one in it. ]
I'm borrowing this one for now, but I'm not sure if I'll stay here for long. It feels like another guy lived here so I figured he wouldn't mind me hanging around too much. There are plenty of apartments that were obviously owned by women or couples.
[ An attempt at being somewhat respectful while also finding a space comfortable enough for him to squat. Some guy's bachelor pad feels like a free-for-all space; he would feel strange sleeping in a woman's bed or going through her personal items, and couple spaces feel too—coupley. Who's he gonna drink from matching love mugs with? ]
All the food in those apartments is fresh, and some even still have tea on the table. Gives the feeling that they haven't been gone for long or left in a hurry.
[ Of course, they both know that there's no way to prove that when there's so little information. The daemon shrugs, sharing another smile with Sasuke while he heads over to the kitchen. It's nothing fancy, which is another reason why he was drawn to this apartment; he doesn't understand what half of the gadgets are. ]
Make yourself comfortable. So, what do you like? Curry, pasta, soup? Duck a l'orange? Just kidding, can't make that one.
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[ His reply is easy as he walks, glancing back over his shoulder at Sasuke only once before heading down the inside stairs. Down two flights, he turns into the main hallway and heads to a door left slightly ajar on the righthand side. ]
I've looked through all the rooms that haven't already been taken.
[ The one he leads into is a masculinely furnished space: a worn whiskey leather couch, navy curtains pulled away from the window, a wooden coffee table and an entertainment console stuffed with toys and gadgets. The kitchenette and wooden kitchen table are nestled to the left of the main sitting room, colored in tones of oak cabinets and silver appliances. There isn't much in the way of decor other than a few posters for movies plastered on the walls and a picture frame on the small end table beside the couch; it shows nothing but a fuzzy, off center shot with no one in it. ]
I'm borrowing this one for now, but I'm not sure if I'll stay here for long. It feels like another guy lived here so I figured he wouldn't mind me hanging around too much. There are plenty of apartments that were obviously owned by women or couples.
[ An attempt at being somewhat respectful while also finding a space comfortable enough for him to squat. Some guy's bachelor pad feels like a free-for-all space; he would feel strange sleeping in a woman's bed or going through her personal items, and couple spaces feel too—coupley. Who's he gonna drink from matching love mugs with? ]
All the food in those apartments is fresh, and some even still have tea on the table. Gives the feeling that they haven't been gone for long or left in a hurry.
[ Of course, they both know that there's no way to prove that when there's so little information. The daemon shrugs, sharing another smile with Sasuke while he heads over to the kitchen. It's nothing fancy, which is another reason why he was drawn to this apartment; he doesn't understand what half of the gadgets are. ]
Make yourself comfortable. So, what do you like? Curry, pasta, soup? Duck a l'orange? Just kidding, can't make that one.