[Jusis gives a nod and walks with Rean into his bedroom. It's meticulously clean, most likely thanks to Velvet, but there really isn't too much personalization in this room. The rest of the apartment does have touches of Jusis, but this place is a little less so. About the only things that give his room character are the photos on his desk and what hang from the walls, as well as a couple of trophies on his bookshelf.
One seems to be of his mother, uncle, and a five-year-old Jusis in an beat-up, old frame. Another is the photo taken from Prince Olivert and Schera's wedding. Beside that is a photo of old Class VII. Hanging from the wall to the right are photos that he seems to have been proud of, or at least happy. One's a photo of him in college on the back of a horse during a race. Another, maybe around the same age as the racing picture, is of him and a young woman holding a gold trophy between them for what might be a ballroom dance competition. The last is of Jusis holding up his law license while his mother grins proudly at the camera, her arm around his shoulders.
Jusis is steady once Rean helps sit him down on the edge of his bed. His expression is one of subtle gratitude as his friend pulls away, and he returns the smile with a small one of his own.]
Of course, you have my word.
[The blond waits until Rean has left before getting back up. He's a little shaky in the knees, but after walking around he feels steadier. Jusis almost reaches for his pajama pants. However, on remembering that he's going to be covered in cats, he decides to put on pajama shorts instead. He quickly changes out of his suit and into his pale green PJs. Though, once Jusis returns to his bed, he just... lies down. He's not asleep, too tired for even that, but he's definitely lost the rest of his energy to stay sitting upright.]
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One seems to be of his mother, uncle, and a five-year-old Jusis in an beat-up, old frame. Another is the photo taken from Prince Olivert and Schera's wedding. Beside that is a photo of old Class VII. Hanging from the wall to the right are photos that he seems to have been proud of, or at least happy. One's a photo of him in college on the back of a horse during a race. Another, maybe around the same age as the racing picture, is of him and a young woman holding a gold trophy between them for what might be a ballroom dance competition. The last is of Jusis holding up his law license while his mother grins proudly at the camera, her arm around his shoulders.
Jusis is steady once Rean helps sit him down on the edge of his bed. His expression is one of subtle gratitude as his friend pulls away, and he returns the smile with a small one of his own.]
Of course, you have my word.
[The blond waits until Rean has left before getting back up. He's a little shaky in the knees, but after walking around he feels steadier. Jusis almost reaches for his pajama pants. However, on remembering that he's going to be covered in cats, he decides to put on pajama shorts instead. He quickly changes out of his suit and into his pale green PJs. Though, once Jusis returns to his bed, he just... lies down. He's not asleep, too tired for even that, but he's definitely lost the rest of his energy to stay sitting upright.]