[He offers a nod, opening the door and leading her to a not-so familiar room. It's Sanji's now; his old one was knocked out in favor of expanding the kitchen.
Not that it contains any personality quite yet. The desks are barren of books or trinkets, the bed covered by a flat, unimpressive blanket. It's the usual Luceti fare for a New Feather.
Once she's inside, he closes the door and motions towards the bed, taking a seat on it himself.]
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Not that it contains any personality quite yet. The desks are barren of books or trinkets, the bed covered by a flat, unimpressive blanket. It's the usual Luceti fare for a New Feather.
Once she's inside, he closes the door and motions towards the bed, taking a seat on it himself.]