“It is... isn’t it?” Notus closed the door and leaned back against it, watching Khione with unguarded amusement. Discovering his father’s books had been a rare treat in itself, but watching his niece eye them with the same reverent fascination made the whole thing even better. It was one thing to experience something, but sharing it with someone else and getting the chance to see it through their perspective... Well, that was something else entirely.
“I’m always jumping over things and hoping I don’t land on anything breakable! I ended up spilling some water the other day...” He pointed at a stack of journals by the couch and shrugged. “But nothing got ruined, so I guess that’s good. I still haven’t ventured too far upstairs, though. Those bookshelves look about ready to fall over, and I don’t want to be underneath them when they do. This whole place is....”
He paused and ran a hand through his hair, letting his gaze wander across the apartment—as if the word he was looking for was hidden somewhere in the room. “Amazing, I guess? In more way than one. Amazingly cluttered, amazingly dusty... not to mention amazingly tempting!”