At the teasing voice of the other, Taemin couldn’t help the small grin forming on his lips. “Actually, you’d be surprised that my place is kept neat. I’ve always been the type to keep my rooms, or well my house, clean.” He says as he shrugs a shoulder, his gaze lifting to watch the numbers change on the top of the elevator doors. Though he wasn’t going to ask, Francesco appeared to be the type to keep his things clean. It wasn’t something he thought long about due to his next question and he nodded his head. “Not really. I’ve never been afraid. I always loved the view of things when I’m up high. The person who used to live with me loved heights as well.. and this place was mostly meant for him, but it’s mine now and I’ll still enjoy it.” He smiles faintly at the thoughts, taking one glance at the male beside him as the doors ding open. “Let’s go, shall we?” He steps out, already fishing inside his back pocket for his key card.
“No wading through things, then”, Francesco mused out with a hint of a smile quirking his lips. His mind produced a needless picture of having to actually wade through things, and he dearly doubted that was very healthy for anyone. He knew what it was like to live in the limited space of a trading merchant’s ship, and that had taken its hard toll on his already limited sanity. As Taemin spoke of loving high views and people living here in the past, he cocked his head to the side, letting a quiet gaze linger on the back of the head of hair, before he followed him out of the elevator with quiet steps. “You had a flatmate?” he queried, not sure if he had implied he had taken over the apartment after someone, or if he had lived with someone. It certainly sounded as though he had known whoever it was, and he did not think about whether it was wrong of him to ask.
