"Huh," he says thoughtfully. "Thanks." So far, this has gone better than he thought it would, and as far as people he could have been partnered with goes, they've actually managed to get along.
Stiles lingers at the window, looking out at the rest of the city. Actually being able to look outside is the thing he'll miss most about having to stay in the RED rooms. That, and privacy, but he can sort of work around that. And the beds there had seemed okay to him, but it had been rather late when he'd finally had gotten the chance to use it. "Hey, you think it could be Temper-pedic? That would be something."
He takes the chance to peer into the closet too, when he walks by it as he makes his way over to a chest of drawers. There's at least a dozen in there, not counting the ones that may have been removed for laundering, just how many of those does someone need? There's clothing in some drawers - he leaves that alone quickly enough - and books in another. Stamped with the logo of the city's only library. Light reading, from the state of the pages, the occasional word seen between dark lines of ink. There's nothing slipped into any of the pages besides a lone bookmark. Nothing that stands out.
"The place is pretty clear," he says, stopping to check the other door in the room. It leads to a small bathroom; neatly kept, and sterile looking. There's actually two doors there, the one Stiles had gone through, and the other that connected back into the main living areas. Someone had really put a lot of thought into these apartments, and knowing these places exist is just going to make it harder for him to get used to his own quarters.
"It's not exactly skill based, not when her job can be taken over by anyone else with the right training, so it's probably something she's done that secured her position," he guesses. That probably hadn't made her all that popular with the people who had known her before.
"So we probably shouldn't get too comfortable here, but I really want to."
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Stiles lingers at the window, looking out at the rest of the city. Actually being able to look outside is the thing he'll miss most about having to stay in the RED rooms. That, and privacy, but he can sort of work around that. And the beds there had seemed okay to him, but it had been rather late when he'd finally had gotten the chance to use it. "Hey, you think it could be Temper-pedic? That would be something."
He takes the chance to peer into the closet too, when he walks by it as he makes his way over to a chest of drawers. There's at least a dozen in there, not counting the ones that may have been removed for laundering, just how many of those does someone need? There's clothing in some drawers - he leaves that alone quickly enough - and books in another. Stamped with the logo of the city's only library. Light reading, from the state of the pages, the occasional word seen between dark lines of ink. There's nothing slipped into any of the pages besides a lone bookmark. Nothing that stands out.
"The place is pretty clear," he says, stopping to check the other door in the room. It leads to a small bathroom; neatly kept, and sterile looking. There's actually two doors there, the one Stiles had gone through, and the other that connected back into the main living areas. Someone had really put a lot of thought into these apartments, and knowing these places exist is just going to make it harder for him to get used to his own quarters.
"It's not exactly skill based, not when her job can be taken over by anyone else with the right training, so it's probably something she's done that secured her position," he guesses. That probably hadn't made her all that popular with the people who had known her before.
"So we probably shouldn't get too comfortable here, but I really want to."