[And it being a hazard was entirely Shinjiro's point. He follows her into his room, shutting the door behind him, and fighting the urge to push the desk back up against the door. He'll see if he can wait long enough to see if she wants to head back into the other area, but it's like an itch gnawing at the forefront of his mind, refusing to be ignored.
Everything else is out of place as the desk was, though most of his important belongings were shoved inside his desk—like his Evoker. There's the axe he got from Q in his closet propped up against the wall. His regular one is underneath his bed, which is shoved against the closet at an almost diagonal angle, because it wasn't about to fit inside the closet, so it might as well block it. The covers look like they'd been stripped off once for some purpose or other before Shinjiro had abandoned the idea. The cardboard box is still on the floor along with the radio. The glass and door to the balcony are shrouded by curtains.
He still doesn't say a word, just leans against the desk and watches her, her and the balcony door, just in case anything decides to come bursting through it, just to make his day.]
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Everything else is out of place as the desk was, though most of his important belongings were shoved inside his desk—like his Evoker. There's the axe he got from Q in his closet propped up against the wall. His regular one is underneath his bed, which is shoved against the closet at an almost diagonal angle, because it wasn't about to fit inside the closet, so it might as well block it. The covers look like they'd been stripped off once for some purpose or other before Shinjiro had abandoned the idea. The cardboard box is still on the floor along with the radio. The glass and door to the balcony are shrouded by curtains.
He still doesn't say a word, just leans against the desk and watches her, her and the balcony door, just in case anything decides to come bursting through it, just to make his day.]