@jundeccentmil // cont. from here
The scene was that of a bedroom, spacious, with a tall ceiling and expensive looking furniture that suggested that whoever lived here definitely wasn’t struggling financially. It was kept very tidy, only a few objects - mostly toys - out of place suggested that it was being lived in at all.
Well, that, and the child sitting on the bed with his face buried in his knees.
He was most definitely not crying, as that would’ve been a sign of weakness, and he was not weak! But had he been, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference in his pitiful appearance either.
It didn’t seem like he noticed anyone else in the room with him.
Johan blinked a few times, looking around while wondering if anything would change at the view he currently had. It was strange, because he had been at the dorm a while ago and now... well this place looked definitely not like a dorm of a school or anything close to that.
It took him a while till he realized that he wasn’t alone in that room, mostly because the child sat there so still that Johan didn’t notice him at first. But in the end he spotted him and his confusion grew even more.
It was probably a dumb thing to say but he wanted to say something because just staying here sounded as dumb to him. He slightly wondered who exactly the child was. From his current position all Johan could spot was the dark hair of the other one and the clothes he was wearing but that... wasn’t really much, was it?
