Yeah, yeah. I tell ya what, next time I gotta choice, I'll keep that in mind.
[ He pushes open the door, and, lacking any sort of chivalry whatsoever, enters first.
Let's be fair, now. He figures she suspects a trap just as much as he might in her shoes, maybe by coming in first she'll feel a little reassured. Shuffling along to what looks like a rack on wheels, he unfolds it out until it becomes a kind of platform, then goes over to a collection of folded, albeit rumpled set of bedding collecting around the trunk at the foot of his bed, like it had been dropped there, carelessly.
He shuffles back to Rin, after giving her what is presumably enough time to look around.
Without having to deal with a roommate, the room seems bigger, somehow. There's a door that leads out to a balcony, a special addition he paid for in an extra favor. A long, sturdy table occupies one wall with a mess of a few papers, a battered memo pad, his tablet computer, a haphazard stack of books and a lamp, presently unlit. Up against the adjacent wall is a wardrobe out of which spills a heap of assorted mechanical parts and wires, a chest of drawers (empty but for one drawer full of folded t-shirts and other assorted clothing), and a crate (in which a bunch of gag toys and prank supplies are stowed.
Otherwise, there's a bed with a nightstand occupied by a lamp on one side, and another on the other, occupied by a bowl with a pitcher inside it, presumably one of those filled with water for washing or drinking.
A bean bag chair occupies the floor beside the bed, judging from the blanket strewn across it, Sans might have been resting in there while his bed was being used. Sans offers the bedding to Rin, pointing at the mattress that belongs to the spare, folding bed, which is stacked against the work desk. ]
All yours. Might wanna lock the wheels before you lie down, though, so it don't roll away on ya.
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[ He pushes open the door, and, lacking any sort of chivalry whatsoever, enters first.
Let's be fair, now. He figures she suspects a trap just as much as he might in her shoes, maybe by coming in first she'll feel a little reassured. Shuffling along to what looks like a rack on wheels, he unfolds it out until it becomes a kind of platform, then goes over to a collection of folded, albeit rumpled set of bedding collecting around the trunk at the foot of his bed, like it had been dropped there, carelessly.
He shuffles back to Rin, after giving her what is presumably enough time to look around.
Without having to deal with a roommate, the room seems bigger, somehow. There's a door that leads out to a balcony, a special addition he paid for in an extra favor. A long, sturdy table occupies one wall with a mess of a few papers, a battered memo pad, his tablet computer, a haphazard stack of books and a lamp, presently unlit. Up against the adjacent wall is a wardrobe out of which spills a heap of assorted mechanical parts and wires, a chest of drawers (empty but for one drawer full of folded t-shirts and other assorted clothing), and a crate (in which a bunch of gag toys and prank supplies are stowed.
Otherwise, there's a bed with a nightstand occupied by a lamp on one side, and another on the other, occupied by a bowl with a pitcher inside it, presumably one of those filled with water for washing or drinking.
A bean bag chair occupies the floor beside the bed, judging from the blanket strewn across it, Sans might have been resting in there while his bed was being used. Sans offers the bedding to Rin, pointing at the mattress that belongs to the spare, folding bed, which is stacked against the work desk. ]
All yours. Might wanna lock the wheels before you lie down, though, so it don't roll away on ya.