Peter hasn't really... ever invited anyone to his current place until now. As it is, he's not really worried about the Observer criticizing the way he's been living the past few months. If you could call it that.
He eases open the door, letting the Observer go ahead of him. The apartment is pretty much devoid of furniture, save a table and two chairs in the front room and a bed in the back. Everything is mismatched, and the decor is whatever was left on the walls by the previous occupants-- in this case peeling floral paper and the occasional painting, covered in dust. The shades are drawn, the early morning light peeking through the cracks.
"Please, sit," he encourages his first guest, gesturing to the armchair that, like the rest of the place, has seen better days.
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He eases open the door, letting the Observer go ahead of him. The apartment is pretty much devoid of furniture, save a table and two chairs in the front room and a bed in the back. Everything is mismatched, and the decor is whatever was left on the walls by the previous occupants-- in this case peeling floral paper and the occasional painting, covered in dust. The shades are drawn, the early morning light peeking through the cracks.
"Please, sit," he encourages his first guest, gesturing to the armchair that, like the rest of the place, has seen better days.