-- whymirrors
The clanging of metal sounded off as he pulled out a rather empty looking key chain, as it only had a couple of keys on it, from his pocket. Like almost everything he had, there had to be at least one accessory on it to show off his fondness of cats, and this was no exception. Holding the whole key chain together was a cat, its eyes wide open, ears pointed upwards, and mouth open slightly so it could attach to the chain. Although, something useful that came with this entire thing was that it was actually a self defense mechanism. If you put your fingers through the eyes, the ears were sharp enough to stab someone. He thought it was cool.
Like his daily routine, he unlocked the front door of his apartment, placed his keys back into his pockets, opened the door, and walked inside. Although, something was different about this particular routine. His other hand was a bit preoccupied, as it was holding none other than Illuso’s own. After the two’s surprise, thanks Illuso, meetup, a few... feelings were confirmed, and the duo decided that it would be much better to continue their conversation somewhere private.
He took a few slow steps, leading the other man inside. Still being connected to his... boyfriend, he shut and locked the door; no need for anyone else to hear and see them. As soon as anyone walked in, the cold air hit them almost immediately. Ghiaccio wasn’t bothered by it, and he didn’t want to pay more than necessary for his heating bill.
Once inside, it was easy to get a look around the apartment. From just entering, you could see his living room and kitchen. It was as bland and simple as you could get. His living room was just a cough, a table, and a T.V, and his kitchen was just filled with only the necessities.
This wasn’t that important, though. He didn’t even give Illuso that much time to look around before he lead him into his room, flicking on a light once they entered. If there was any sort of design in his apartment, it was here. It was obvious he splurged a lot just by his room alone. Posters of famous figure skaters were plastered almost everywhere, leaving hardly any room for the light blue wall to be seen. His computer was in the center of the room, a bean bag chair being where he sat. It was nearly spotless, saving an unmade bed with a violin and bow resting on it.
“...” Ghiaccio hadn’t uttered a single word once they left the ice skating rink, and his cheeks continued to stay red. He, finally, let go of Illuso’s hand, but he still remained close to him. His eyes seemed to be glued to the floor, though.
