[ As they pass by that familiar coffee shop and back to the parking area, Yoimiya is reminded that Ajax does live in a convenient spot in Fontaine, it's easy for him to come and go wherever he pleases. From the interactions they've had with one another, she's already picked up on his crafty side, she briefly wonders if he chose this apartment complex out of convenience for his job. But she doesn't dwell on that thought for long, giving his car one last passing glance before they make their way into his home.
Yoimiya didn't know what to expect when walking in but... his apartment is nice. Definitely not on the cheap side and certainly more expensive than the apartment she lives in but... his place still has a cozy, welcoming vibe. She can't help but look around, enamored with the ocean leitmotif he carefully designed his home with. The whole setup is quaint, definitely the tell-tale signs of a guy who hails from a small fishing village. Just as she's getting ready to compliment his decor, Yoimiya turns around to see him slumped against the wall. Poor guy, all the stress he's been bottling up finally got to him. She can't blame him. ]
There's no need to apologize. If this is messy, my apartment is a complete and total disaster.
[ It's a good thing they decided to meet up at his place and not her's. Somewhere at her apartment, Hanabi is muttering to herself in her aquarium: Damn bitch, you live like this?
She gently pats down the crinkles across her skirt and helps herself to a spot on his couch. Peering around, she notices the empty coffee mug and plate left behind on the coffee table, he must have eaten breakfast shortly before their meet-up. It's faint but she can smell the aroma of freshly cooked eggs seeping out from the kitchen. ]
I appreciate the offer, thank you. [ She thoughtfully hums to herself, pondering on what to drink before finally settling: ] Mmmm... surprise me! The only thing I can't drink is milk because it tears up my stomach. Otherwise, I'm not picky at all.
[ The life of a lactose intolerant is a sad one. :c ]
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Yoimiya didn't know what to expect when walking in but... his apartment is nice. Definitely not on the cheap side and certainly more expensive than the apartment she lives in but... his place still has a cozy, welcoming vibe. She can't help but look around, enamored with the ocean leitmotif he carefully designed his home with. The whole setup is quaint, definitely the tell-tale signs of a guy who hails from a small fishing village. Just as she's getting ready to compliment his decor, Yoimiya turns around to see him slumped against the wall. Poor guy, all the stress he's been bottling up finally got to him. She can't blame him. ]
There's no need to apologize. If this is messy, my apartment is a complete and total disaster.
[ It's a good thing they decided to meet up at his place and not her's.
Somewhere at her apartment, Hanabi is muttering to herself in her aquarium: Damn bitch, you live like this?She gently pats down the crinkles across her skirt and helps herself to a spot on his couch. Peering around, she notices the empty coffee mug and plate left behind on the coffee table, he must have eaten breakfast shortly before their meet-up. It's faint but she can smell the aroma of freshly cooked eggs seeping out from the kitchen. ]
I appreciate the offer, thank you. [ She thoughtfully hums to herself, pondering on what to drink before finally settling: ] Mmmm... surprise me! The only thing I can't drink is milk because it tears up my stomach. Otherwise, I'm not picky at all.
[ The life of a lactose intolerant is a sad one. :c ]