[It's startlingly homely. Most of the decor is in shades of a light steely blue and hunter greens, with pops of yellow here and there. Goro's mother, it seemed, really liked sunflowers. She was dressed surprisingly modestly for what at least one of her professions was or had been, a long navy skirt tied at her waist and a lighter blue blouse tucked into it. She tuts softly when she moves aside to let Akira into the condo, shaking her head.]
Oh, don't you ma'am me. Sweet or salty, for a snack? I promise I didn't cook them. [Her cooking is-- she tries, but she suffers from Set The Kitchen On Fire Syndrome similarly to her son, and therefore usually relies on pre-packaged and frozen meals.]
[Her son, for the record, is slumped in a neat little pile in the very middle of a couch a few shades lighter than his hair, but the same honeyed brown color. There's a thin blanket laid over him, and papers as well as his laptop strewn all over the coffee table in front of him. His feet are still on the floor, and it looks for all the world like he just fell asleep mid-thought. He probably did. He was so much less guarded, here.]
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Oh, don't you ma'am me. Sweet or salty, for a snack? I promise I didn't cook them. [Her cooking is-- she tries, but she suffers from Set The Kitchen On Fire Syndrome similarly to her son, and therefore usually relies on pre-packaged and frozen meals.]
[Her son, for the record, is slumped in a neat little pile in the very middle of a couch a few shades lighter than his hair, but the same honeyed brown color. There's a thin blanket laid over him, and papers as well as his laptop strewn all over the coffee table in front of him. His feet are still on the floor, and it looks for all the world like he just fell asleep mid-thought. He probably did. He was so much less guarded, here.]