With Keen glances, he kept note of the male's movements, not something of suspicion but of pure curiosity. The Irin the community knew and the Irin he had come to know, were two completely opposite beings. The childish personification he would sometimes witness lifted worry from his shoulders. A place to be safe and be himself without the worry of someone behind every corner. Ansan was not a forgiving place as Lazlo grew to know well and yet he stayed in such a place. Here even though it looked to be unprotected, a system was set. Hidden locks built into the front door, what looked like normal metal enforced to protect what expensive equipment lay inside. His life's work lay in this normal looking apartment, documents on the building itself, unfinished video games and coding. All of it and only the ones he let in knew of just a few things. But soon his frivolous thoughts were interrupted by the sudden jut of a pout upon the others features. "Does the cleanliness of this place still shock you? You have yet to see it at it's very worst Irin." A slick smile upon brims as he met the side gaze, limbs carrying him from the confines of his recently damp bathroom. The small huff only producing that of a gentle chuckle. "I hope you do." A pass of frames, and a shuffle of the Shorter's now resurrected locks. "But remember to clean up after yourself or you have me to deal with and I can be much worse than a mother." "No cigarettes in my home, Not at least right after a deep clean."
