[The door opens a little quick; he'd been waiting directly next to it and as soon as he sees her, it seems to occur to him how eager that looked. God, he feels like an idiot around her. He can't think of anything to say, either, so he just awkwardly ushers her in.
If anything, the best descriptor of this room is.. utilitarian. It doesn't look like anyone lives here at all - unless she looks near the bed, where everything that Jack presumably owns and doesn't keep in his sweater has been tucked away for safe-keeping. Everything from his flame-thrower to his cassette tapes to loose dollar bills are piled under the bedframe and are spilling slightly onto the right of the floor.
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Date: 2019-03-20 12:08 am (UTC)If anything, the best descriptor of this room is.. utilitarian. It doesn't look like anyone lives here at all - unless she looks near the bed, where everything that Jack presumably owns and doesn't keep in his sweater has been tucked away for safe-keeping. Everything from his flame-thrower to his cassette tapes to loose dollar bills are piled under the bedframe and are spilling slightly onto the right of the floor.
Maybe he thinks that this makes them hidden.]