[The good thing about owning little is that there's not much to throw into chaos. He did go through the cupboards and drawers, but most items are where they usually are, with an occasional pan or plate out of place where it's not supposed to be—on the counter, in the sink despite being clean. There's a knife or two in the first drawer where it'd be easily reachable. But most objects are stored in their usual places, if scattered and disorganized like a child had shoved them inside.
His room is a bit of a different story. But she'll have to get past the desk she'll find once she opens the door first.
He watches her wander around the room, keeping a few feet away, but following, eyes always darting around the room. He grimaces and shrugs again.] A few days.
[Though it hadn't been exactly like this. It had been tolerable then. Uncomfortable, but tolerable. Hadn't felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff with only one way down with imaginary wolves on his heels.]
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His room is a bit of a different story. But she'll have to get past the desk she'll find once she opens the door first.
He watches her wander around the room, keeping a few feet away, but following, eyes always darting around the room. He grimaces and shrugs again.] A few days.
[Though it hadn't been exactly like this. It had been tolerable then. Uncomfortable, but tolerable. Hadn't felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff with only one way down with imaginary wolves on his heels.]