[ her decisive tone helps, really; before he could properly register her remark, or the fact that she's even noticed the bare state of his place, vash finds himself automatically cradling the plant in its pot and padding over to the sunny spot on the window, carefully balancing it on the sill.
and yeah, his place is ... like this. apart from the framed photo on the table off to one side of the small kitchen, there's hardly any personal effects sitting around ... not including the new plant, of course. it seems that even after months of staying here, he's not completely used to the idea of being stationary; always expecting to be off somewhere else.
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and yeah, his place is ... like this. apart from the framed photo on the table off to one side of the small kitchen, there's hardly any personal effects sitting around ... not including the new plant, of course. it seems that even after months of staying here, he's not completely used to the idea of being stationary; always expecting to be off somewhere else.
at least it makes for a tidy place? ]
I'll look after it.
Thanks, Mitsuru!