[ The medicine cabinet has a bottle of beard-oil, some vitamins, and an array of pain-killers with prescribed labels that Fjord hasn't mentioned before. Leg stuff, if Molly has to guess. Around the apartment are vases of flowers in the windows that are mis-matched in colour and evidently taken from end-of-day sweeps at the shop, but that means there's always some greenery to catch the light and brighten up the small rooms. Fjord's not the neatest person in the world with some books on poetry left here and there, dozens of take-out leaflets stuffed against the spice-rack in the kitchen, and a washing basket next to the machine that evidently needs to be cleaned at some point.
It's lived-in, tidier than Molly and Yasha's pad but not by much.
A groan comes from the bedroom when Lady Gaga decides it's her time to shine. He's confused to find the bed empty and sits up, hair askew. ]
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It's lived-in, tidier than Molly and Yasha's pad but not by much.
A groan comes from the bedroom when Lady Gaga decides it's her time to shine. He's confused to find the bed empty and sits up, hair askew. ]
... Molly?