[ He has a lighthearted retort springloaded on his tongue— "I can't leave Santa's cutest helper out there in the cold!"— but Jion's already halfway to the front door. A fond huff, and Momo moseys on over to let the guy in.
The place is a mess of blankets and clothes, easily accessible layers strewn across and on top of various surfaces. A blanket fort's been made on the single couch in the living room, insulating heat from the modest fire in the crooked fireplace.
Momo gestures for Jion to make himself comfortable somewhere in all of this chaos. ]
—Guess I should have cleaned up a little, huh...! Sorry. Get yourself warmed up, though!
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The place is a mess of blankets and clothes, easily accessible layers strewn across and on top of various surfaces. A blanket fort's been made on the single couch in the living room, insulating heat from the modest fire in the crooked fireplace.
Momo gestures for Jion to make himself comfortable somewhere in all of this chaos. ]
—Guess I should have cleaned up a little, huh...! Sorry. Get yourself warmed up, though!