[The room isn't sparse, set trinkets and a dresser giving it a lived in look rather than a place of a safety. It's not much and looks eerily like his apartment for the lack of furniture pieces taking up space. He trivializes the thought having it as divided attention and resets his focus to her, theirs hands, and entering the room.
He sighs in a dull laugh at her assessment. Liza is one of the last things on his mind, not counting most of thoughts surrounding Naoto alone, so it comes to some surprise. A shake of his head indicates she's right, the older woman would have had them going at things far different if it'd been up to her. However it isn't, it's up to them, and he prefers it this way over fabricating events. What comes natural is how they've come this far, there isn't point in trying to control circumstances.]
She'd approve regardless.
[Outfits are far removed from the equation. Prettying up isn't a routine either follow. It doesn't come natural and is a pointless endeavor when they're bound to end up ruining clothing through combat or general wear and tear. She's lovely as she is, no amount of frills and lace is going to improve that.
The room is larger on the inside to his perception, Bottle to his hip and other hand in hers. Red eyes survey the room picking it apart from the simple bed and its faded pattern top to the worn dresser set against the corner, all white in some shade or another. A quick glance toward her is given to see her opinion on the room.]
Cozy enough? There are other rooms if this isn't- right.
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Date: 2016-02-05 11:45 pm (UTC)From:He sighs in a dull laugh at her assessment. Liza is one of the last things on his mind, not counting most of thoughts surrounding Naoto alone, so it comes to some surprise. A shake of his head indicates she's right, the older woman would have had them going at things far different if it'd been up to her. However it isn't, it's up to them, and he prefers it this way over fabricating events. What comes natural is how they've come this far, there isn't point in trying to control circumstances.]
She'd approve regardless.
[Outfits are far removed from the equation. Prettying up isn't a routine either follow. It doesn't come natural and is a pointless endeavor when they're bound to end up ruining clothing through combat or general wear and tear. She's lovely as she is, no amount of frills and lace is going to improve that.
The room is larger on the inside to his perception, Bottle to his hip and other hand in hers. Red eyes survey the room picking it apart from the simple bed and its faded pattern top to the worn dresser set against the corner, all white in some shade or another. A quick glance toward her is given to see her opinion on the room.]
Cozy enough? There are other rooms if this isn't- right.