[ Mine's apartment is so high up that there's no need to draw curtains and blinds for privacyβall for the view. He can afford to open two bottles at once, as if he doesn't flaunt his wealth otherwise, drinking red where Nishikiyama picks white. They got comfortably buzzed the last time he was here, nothing else to do. Mine doesn't want that this time.
He follows Nishikiyama when he ambles past the couch, down a hallway that makes the rooms either side feel more private. Mine's bathroom and his bedroom are spatially divided from the living and dining area, so it's no wonder Nishikiyama hadn't been in. At first glance the furnishing is sparse; at second it doesn't lack anything. A wardrobe and mirror sequestered to one end, an armchair in the other corner. The bed is the centerpiece, the footboard aimed at the door but with a wide walkway between. ]
I suppose it is.
[ Mine only sleeps on one side, and it's hard to tell which with how the bed is immaculately made. When he walks to the right of Nishikiyama he discloses it though. Eyes stay with him. ]
But something smaller wouldn't be comfortable for two people.
[ He'd given himself some leeway when he said the time. The faint hint of citrus and galbanum, easily eclipsed by his cologne, reveals itself as he sits on the edge joining Nishikiyama's on the corner, and close to him. That Mine is still in a button-down shirt and slacks is deceptive. He'd showered, and just like the room, his new clothes are clean. ]
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Date: 2024-03-02 09:30 pm (UTC)He follows Nishikiyama when he ambles past the couch, down a hallway that makes the rooms either side feel more private. Mine's bathroom and his bedroom are spatially divided from the living and dining area, so it's no wonder Nishikiyama hadn't been in. At first glance the furnishing is sparse; at second it doesn't lack anything. A wardrobe and mirror sequestered to one end, an armchair in the other corner. The bed is the centerpiece, the footboard aimed at the door but with a wide walkway between. ]
I suppose it is.
[ Mine only sleeps on one side, and it's hard to tell which with how the bed is immaculately made. When he walks to the right of Nishikiyama he discloses it though. Eyes stay with him. ]
But something smaller wouldn't be comfortable for two people.
[ He'd given himself some leeway when he said the time. The faint hint of citrus and galbanum, easily eclipsed by his cologne, reveals itself as he sits on the edge joining Nishikiyama's on the corner, and close to him. That Mine is still in a button-down shirt and slacks is deceptive. He'd showered, and just like the room, his new clothes are clean. ]