[ the little shed is messy - the furniture is still kind of all over the place, but there's a couch and a table and some chairs. lights that need to be hung up, frames and other things to put on the walls; there are paint cans and a drop cloth on the floor, and an unrolled rug somewhere in a corner. even some of the flowers viola has set around the dorm are present in here, set in a vase, too. messy and still very imperfect, but safe, warm, dry... and a part of the dorm, too.
that big boyish grin on ichiro's face softens, a little, and something in him settles, both in relief, but also in happiness. he knows what it's like to be angry. he knows what it's like to be alone, too. that's not going to happen in this dorm, not as long as he can help it - not as long as he can help. ]
Welcome home. [ there's a little bit of a joke to it, but ichiro leans on the doorframe, still holding the linens, and lets her take the chance to take it in. welcome home to the little shed, but to winter dorm as a whole, too. ]
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that big boyish grin on ichiro's face softens, a little, and something in him settles, both in relief, but also in happiness. he knows what it's like to be angry. he knows what it's like to be alone, too. that's not going to happen in this dorm, not as long as he can help it - not as long as he can help. ]
Welcome home. [ there's a little bit of a joke to it, but ichiro leans on the doorframe, still holding the linens, and lets her take the chance to take it in. welcome home to the little shed, but to winter dorm as a whole, too. ]