Hearing the sound of conversation next door, Yuui decided that the walls were too thin.
He surveyed the room, his hands in his back pockets, he decided that the flat would need a new lick of paint as well as curtains. Maybe some contemporary browns and red were needed.
Entertaining himself with packing, he left his neighbours to their chatter as he himself became comfortable and unpacked. He could always introduce himself when his boxes arrived.
Decisions made he pushed the door closed and placed his hairdryer on the nearest table.
Coffee Stains & Crumpled Paper -- A Writers Guild
A haven for writers of all kinds.
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