[ At least, it's lived-in, cozy. It's got books everywhere, stuff he's been reading and stuff he's been wanting to read, research for when he's back on the Waverider, notes strewn around, rings of coffee around some of the notebooks. But even if he'd been expecting anyone, he probably wouldn't have done much tidying. Organized chaos, indeed. He probably would never find his notes again if he tried to tidy them. ]
Oh, bedroom. C'mon.
[ He imagines she knows the layout of the apartment, as it can't be that different from hers, but he still leads her to the bedroom, kicking some socks off from around the bed towards the corner of the room and the bathroom door. Opening the wardrobe, he gestures for the range of mainly dark and plaid shirts. ]
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Oh, bedroom. C'mon.
[ He imagines she knows the layout of the apartment, as it can't be that different from hers, but he still leads her to the bedroom, kicking some socks off from around the bed towards the corner of the room and the bathroom door. Opening the wardrobe, he gestures for the range of mainly dark and plaid shirts. ]
Here we go!