Sharing a bathroom wasn’t an issue at all. Different considering the type of home his foster family had but not awful. Song Zichen paused as he thought on this, though. “I enjoy clean spaces, I hope that won’t be an issue. Mildly messy is.. fine. My younger sibling tended to get a little lazy so I’m used to it. Just not bathroom space.” He shook his head then. “If anything I may pick up after you out of habit but if there’s something that shouldn’t be touched I will leave it alone.”
He respected boundaries greatly.
“Aside from that, noise won’t bother me as I sleep with music, and erm.. what was it.” He took another sip as he peered out of the window. Song Zichen struggled to think due to being so tired. His eyes lit up when he remembered, though.
“I don’t like fights or arguments between who I’m living with. If there’s an issue, like with any kind of relationship or acquaintanceship, I very much prefer communicating. Other than that I.. don’t have any furniture. Just my clothes and a few belongings.”
Wow this coffee was good. Song Zichen ended up stifling a yawn in the end but it showed briefly on his face. It was mostly due to lack of sleep than Xue Yang.
Clean spaces… Yeah, that made sense, looking at the guy. He looked like he ironed his jeans, and here he was, with his own completely ripped at the knees. Xue Yang turned his mug around a few times and spoke. “Just cleaned it today. I never let the bathroom get too bad, either. Just, ah…”
No, he didn’t need to know about that. Sure, he’d find out eventually if they were going to live together, but he could always just skip town for a couple days whenever the need arose.
“If I forget anything, let me know. Like a towel lying around, that sort of thing. You don’t need to pick up after me, you’re not a maid.”
He already knew he was going to forget many things. He didn’t prioritize order or cleanliness, so there were bound to be dirty mugs (amongst other things) strewn about. He’d just need to remind himself somehow.
He nodded as he heard Song Zichen give more answers than questions. Music was okay, good. Hopefully talking was too, as his streams often ran until ungodly hours. He was about to go for another sip when he snorted softly, his smile growing.
“Relationship?” He teased, leaning back in his seat. “Relax. There’s no point in stressing out over hypotheticals. Worrying about arguing will just lead to arguing, right? We’ll deal with it when it comes, if it does. Place is fully furnished, so don’t worry about that, either.”
Though he did briefly wonder if he was droning on, he told himself instead that the man must just be tired. Still, he didn’t want to drag this out much longer. Sounded like the guy was on board.
“I take it you’re in, then. When do you wanna move in?”