[ Setsura is quick to find her footing and steady herself despite whatever article she encounters on the floor. Being particularly dexterous has its advantages and she's recovered her senses well enough to properly register what's been said. She blinks down at a certain familiar face. Of all the places -- and speaking of the place, she turns her eyes briefly around the room before redirecting them to Itto. That he's an oni who doesn't know how to keep his den isn't surprising, but the lack of skulls, bones, and certain terrible overpowering odors is somewhat reassuring.
Only somewhat, though.
(Un)fortunately for Itto, he isn't her husband and Setsura therefore levels a critical and tongue eye at his room instead of a fond exasperation. ]
I should say the same thing to you. Were you never taught how to keep a room?
[ She should be apologizing for the intrusion and explaining the situation. She'll get to that at some point probably. This place... it's the dorms, isn't it? ]
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Only somewhat, though.
(Un)fortunately for Itto, he isn't her husband and Setsura therefore levels a critical and tongue eye at his room instead of a fond exasperation. ]
I should say the same thing to you. Were you never taught how to keep a room?
[ She should be apologizing for the intrusion and explaining the situation. She'll get to that at some point probably. This place... it's the dorms, isn't it? ]