[There's a rushed scramble to get his coat off, as if that hanger were only offered for a short amount of time before it'd be snatched away again. The suitcase is set down out of necessity, and even then, he moves it just a few inches away from him in offering to Fudou. His hands go to the edges of his jacket, starting to pull it off...
Only for it to be trapped under those crisscrossed shoulder bags. He'd have to--okay, give him a moment to take those off, lifting the straps over his head and through his ponytail and setting them down just next to his feet. It's only then that Hakuryuu actually reaches for the hanger, taking it gently and shimmying one arm out of that jacket.]
I-It's not that! [His voice may have raised a little in panic, wondering if he'd already offended Fudou on his living quarters. It was already miles above what he remembers at God Eden, and the warmth slowly starting to fill the apartment eased the usual aching chill of his bones, but...
Maybe he expected an ex-Raimon in something more flashy, is all.
Words he'd never say to Fudou's face.] God Eden just didn't have actual houses. [A good enough answer, he hopes, as he lets Fudou take his suitcase, his own arms slinging his bags over one shoulder.]
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Only for it to be trapped under those crisscrossed shoulder bags. He'd have to--okay, give him a moment to take those off, lifting the straps over his head and through his ponytail and setting them down just next to his feet. It's only then that Hakuryuu actually reaches for the hanger, taking it gently and shimmying one arm out of that jacket.]
I-It's not that! [His voice may have raised a little in panic, wondering if he'd already offended Fudou on his living quarters. It was already miles above what he remembers at God Eden, and the warmth slowly starting to fill the apartment eased the usual aching chill of his bones, but...
Maybe he expected an ex-Raimon in something more flashy, is all.
Words he'd never say to Fudou's face.] God Eden just didn't have actual houses. [A good enough answer, he hopes, as he lets Fudou take his suitcase, his own arms slinging his bags over one shoulder.]