[Esmeralda trails in his wake, peeking into Smokers room for a second before nodding. She wondered what kind of man he was...and was he kind to Ikki? A friend? teacher? Or someone Ikki had to share room with for some other reason.
When they come to Ikki's room, if he allows it, she will carefully make her way in to take a look, her eyes first drawn to the pandora box and then the shelf of plushies. She'll even poke the one of Ikki gently in the stomach before noting the flowers. That will make a different smile appear; one of recognition, and perhaps subdued fondness. And with that, she'll follow him to the third and last room.
When he apologizes for the room, she shakes her head, still smiling.]
It's fine! It even has a real bed! [And more and nicer furniture than she's ever seen in her life. To her, it might as well be an executive suite.]
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When they come to Ikki's room, if he allows it, she will carefully make her way in to take a look, her eyes first drawn to the pandora box and then the shelf of plushies. She'll even poke the one of Ikki gently in the stomach before noting the flowers. That will make a different smile appear; one of recognition, and perhaps subdued fondness. And with that, she'll follow him to the third and last room.
When he apologizes for the room, she shakes her head, still smiling.]
It's fine! It even has a real bed! [And more and nicer furniture than she's ever seen in her life. To her, it might as well be an executive suite.]