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Fleur was in the kitchen, resting her head on her hand on the counter.
"My room is already sorta decorated. I like it."
It was furnished, but not lived. There was a bed, a dresser, and some decorations here and there.The bathroom door was ajar.
He seemed confused, but didn't object. "I like forward to it."
"There's one in the room," she said, gesturing to the one she opened for him. She looked down with a small frown before moving past him into the...
"Hang blankets?" he asked curiously. "Like a tapestry?
She sighed, relenting and looking a little resigned as she stepped away from the door. "Just.. Take a shower and think about it. I'm not going to...
He laughed slightly. "That will make it less isolating?"
"I'm allowing you," she told him stubbornly.
He looked over at her, shrugging slightly. "Are you looking for a theme?"
She held the door, her head tilting her head with a frown. "Yes you can," she told him, "you just don't want to let yourself."
He nodded slowly, looking thoughtful. "Alright."
She looked disheartened, looking back at him. "You can't?"
He followed her, looking around. "What else besides a hammock?"
She looked back at him thoughtfully, a small frown on her face. "Well.. I hope you're okay with staying here for a bit. You can use this room."
He laughed slightly. "A hammock? Okay. Let's look around."
She raised an eyebrow at him as she went to a guest room, opening the door. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
He nodded. They made it to the 3rd floor. "So what kind of things are you thinking?"
She was mindful of his speed, making sure she wasn't going to fast. Eventually they made it to the apartment building and went inside.
He laughed aloud. "That's what I'm saying!"
