"I'm not that bad...." Still, he ends up obeying anyway, arms loosely wrapped around himself as he shuffles out of the kitchen and leads the way to his room. If anything, since Gen has last visited, it's gotten even greener.
There's the usual growing vine that, once upon a time when the room was still fairly empty and it was the sole life by the window, has managed to crawl up along the wall, around the corner of the ceiling, and is brushing against the edges of the door frame now. When he was younger, tending to it used to be one of the few reasons Ciro would come back to the place on his own. Since then, it's gained cohorts: a small host of little potted cacti take up space along the window sill, tiny pots of lavender decorate the small shelf over the headboard of his bed with healthy buds, and the honorary GVGC bonsai has a proud place at his desk where small green fruits are growing on it. They're all plants which either have no pollen or little pollen at all, fortunately for Gen- which is why Ciro has chosen them in particular.
Besides the abundance of plant life (the apartment balcony is worse, sorry Gen), there's a few other things. Of particular note is the signed Daimon poster right besides the door, because Ciro needs to swoon quietly to himself every time he leaves his room, obviously, and various plastic containers that have been shoved under his bed containing various things. The shelves over his desk contain various books for pleasure- it's the much larger one besides his desk which have all his school books. Save for the plants and the desk a bit, it's all fairly neat- all Ciro has to do as he enters is nudge his shoes out of the way so that Gen doesn't trip on them before settling down on the edge of his bed.
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There's the usual growing vine that, once upon a time when the room was still fairly empty and it was the sole life by the window, has managed to crawl up along the wall, around the corner of the ceiling, and is brushing against the edges of the door frame now. When he was younger, tending to it used to be one of the few reasons Ciro would come back to the place on his own. Since then, it's gained cohorts: a small host of little potted cacti take up space along the window sill, tiny pots of lavender decorate the small shelf over the headboard of his bed with healthy buds, and the honorary GVGC bonsai has a proud place at his desk where small green fruits are growing on it. They're all plants which either have no pollen or little pollen at all, fortunately for Gen- which is why Ciro has chosen them in particular.
Besides the abundance of plant life (the apartment balcony is worse, sorry Gen), there's a few other things. Of particular note is the signed Daimon poster right besides the door, because Ciro needs to swoon quietly to himself every time he leaves his room, obviously, and various plastic containers that have been shoved under his bed containing various things. The shelves over his desk contain various books for pleasure- it's the much larger one besides his desk which have all his school books. Save for the plants and the desk a bit, it's all fairly neat- all Ciro has to do as he enters is nudge his shoes out of the way so that Gen doesn't trip on them before settling down on the edge of his bed.