Fresh Air

"Hm? ... Well, I guess it isn't too bad. Sure, I'll give you the tour." He smiled at her and began walking around the place. If she took a peek at the windows beside the tv, she would see they were at least a few floors up. There was a short hallway beyond the livingroom that lead to the front door, two paper parasols and a regular umbrella leaned up near the door. The paper ones were red and white with floral patterns, one white with red flowers and the other the opposite. The regular umbrella was your average black folding umbrella. Walking past this hallway lead to another that curved around to the left. There was one door at the end and one on the left wall. He walked her past the first door, simply indicating it as the bathroom before opening his bedroom door and leading her in.
The room was of a moderate size, though it seemed small because the bed was in the middle, taking up more space than it should. The walls were red and white, resembling the umbrellas and differentiating it greatly from the average cream/beige colored walls of the rest of the house. The bedding matched the walls well, being black, red and gold, seemingly Chinese inspired, only strengthened by the paper lanterns around the rooms lights. Knowing him, he had no idea this all had a theme, and he simply liked the look. Oddly enough, the bed was made, as if noone had slept in it in a long time... Honestly that'd make sense. He really didn't ever sleep.
Along the walls, she would find his grinning skull mask, as well as a few others, and including an obvious space for the one he was wearing. Looking closer, she may notice a few instruments scattered about the room. The only thing that didn't seem orderly, save for a few stray clothes in the corner. It would seem he didn't spend much time here at all.
There was a closet, a sleeve sticking part way out from under the door. That was likely where he kept his mess, explaining why the rest of the house was so clean.

Laetus laughed and sat next to her. "I always thought they were cool." He tapped the one he was wearing. "This one may be my favorite."
He then laid back next to her. She could hear his back crack when he did so. "I.... really don't. I mean, occasionally, usually on the weekends. But like I said, most of the time I slept elsewhere." He wiggled a bit in the bed, trying to get comfortable, letting out a yawn once he settled.
"It's actually pretty comfortable." He mumbled, resting his eyes for a moment.

"Meh, it happens when you're old." He teased, opening his eyes again.
When she sat up, he moved as if he was going to as well, but fell back, settled into the bed too much.
"No... Not on purpose anyway." He answered, sticking his tongue out.

No clothes were hung up, save for one or two sets that seemed more formal. Everything else was strewn across the floor. On the shelf above were various toys, games and random items. Seemed more like the closet of a kid rather than a 21 year old man.
When he saw her open it up, he finally sat up.
"I-ignore the mess." He said with a nervous laugh before getting up again. He let out another yawn.
"Um... well... I've got eggs... I could make fresh waffles..." He thought about it for a moment. "I could always portal over to the store if I don't have something you want."

Laetus nodded and took her hand. "Alright, perfect."
When they got back to the kitchen he began taking things out. Flour, milk, eggs, vanilla extract, etc. Once everything was laid out, he grabbed a bowl and whisk and quickly began mixing the ingredients. After a moment he stopped and put the bowl down.
"Should... Prolly warm up the iron first." He mumbled, followed with a laugh at his own forgetfulness. He took down his waffle iron and plugged it into the wall before starting to mix again. He hopped up on the counter, taking a seat while he mixed it up.
"Should we make anything else?" He asked her.