[Hell, they're in the same boat, because Heather never thought she'd wind up with a teenage Japanese supercriminal popping by her apartment. She never even thought she'd see him again.]
[But here they are.]
[As he shuts the door, she bends down to shove some of the more perishable items into the fridge, whose door is covered in colorful magnets. Some are letters-- "THE FREEZE MACHINE" is spelled out in a wobbly line across the door.]
Well, it's not much, but... s'home. More or less.
[Not really. Heather hadn't felt 'home' in a long time.]
[But even so, she'd clearly made it her own.]
[Kaito would likely notice that the decorations taped up all over the walls were just as varied as all the odds and ends hanging from the ceiling-- but most notably were a series of torn-out sketchpad pages with some familiar shapes on them... a tiger-striped dog in the center of a myriad of other creatures.]
[Heather had not forgotten Johto. Judging by the grin she has when she straightens up, as well.]
no subject
[But here they are.]
[As he shuts the door, she bends down to shove some of the more perishable items into the fridge, whose door is covered in colorful magnets. Some are letters-- "THE FREEZE MACHINE" is spelled out in a wobbly line across the door.]
Well, it's not much, but... s'home. More or less.
[Not really. Heather hadn't felt 'home' in a long time.]
[But even so, she'd clearly made it her own.]
[Kaito would likely notice that the decorations taped up all over the walls were just as varied as all the odds and ends hanging from the ceiling-- but most notably were a series of torn-out sketchpad pages with some familiar shapes on them... a tiger-striped dog in the center of a myriad of other creatures.]
[Heather had not forgotten Johto. Judging by the grin she has when she straightens up, as well.]
Definitely better than tents.
... Gotta admit, though... I kinda miss camping.