[for its homey interior, it reveals surprisingly little about a personal life. tastes in decor and literature, sure, but the sheer variety of books has no coherent theme, and if everything wasn't naturally disorganized, it'd almost look fake.
(that's intentional, he'd cleaned up when he was waiting for Hisoka, a quick pass through to remove much of himself from the place. no wayward notes jotted to himself, his coat actually put in the closet instead of tossed aside like it usually was, music turned off. things hidden even in plain sight. all deliberate.)
by the time Hisoka's moving to go further, he's gotten absorbed in a paragraph and doesn't see him go until a few seconds have passed, at which point he actually gets up to follow him so he can stand in front of the last door that will lead to his bedroom, blocking Hisoka from going in that way. the only other doors lead to a bathroom, a closet, and a washer and dryer. very boring.]
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(that's intentional, he'd cleaned up when he was waiting for Hisoka, a quick pass through to remove much of himself from the place. no wayward notes jotted to himself, his coat actually put in the closet instead of tossed aside like it usually was, music turned off. things hidden even in plain sight. all deliberate.)
by the time Hisoka's moving to go further, he's gotten absorbed in a paragraph and doesn't see him go until a few seconds have passed, at which point he actually gets up to follow him so he can stand in front of the last door that will lead to his bedroom, blocking Hisoka from going in that way. the only other doors lead to a bathroom, a closet, and a washer and dryer. very boring.]
If you wanted a tour, you should have said.