Re: Ryan's flat
Ryan looked up startled, he hadn't been expecting anyone but the knock on the door clearly indicated otherwise. He really need to get on his wards, things like this just wouldn't happen once he'd put them up. If he were honest, he'd just been too lazy since exams ended.
Opening the door he swallowed thickly, "Riley, hey man," he started lamely, "Uh," he indicated his brother should come in, "Come on in," he moved to fold the paper and put it away. "Something to drink?" he asked, moving into the sparse kitchen. With the exception of his desk from home, which he'd turned into a kitchen table for lack of one, the kitchen had very little in it outside of takeaway bags and boxes and a couple of cheap water glasses.
The rest of the apartment wasn't much better. He'd put his piano and musical equipment (his mother had insisted he take it with him) in the half bedroom that his landlady had told him was good storage. He still had boxes of robes and books to empty sitting next to his one chair in the combination living and dining area, and his bedroom only held a bed and his strewn laundry. The second 'full' bedroom he'd been intending to put up fliers for a flatmate for but obviously hadn't gotten to that either.