Chapter 62 : A Room for Two
Revantra's first reaction to their apartment was to declare it beneath her. Her second was to immediately lay claim to the only bed.
"I'm older than you, technically," she said, dropping her cloak dramatically over the quilted blanket as if she were spreading her wings. "Therefore, I get the adult privileges. Like... sole bed ownership."
Elias stared at her, arms crossed, the key still dangling from his hand. "You're ten."
"I'm five thousand and ten."
"You're ten."
She rolled to her side and flopped an arm over her eyes like a tragic noblewoman exiled from her ancestral manor. "A cruel injustice. Betrayed by democracy once again."
"You've never lived in a democracy."
"That only makes it worse."
The apartment was small. Not 'charming' small—just actually small. A single bedroom, a cramped kitchen that came with two mismatched forks, and a living space where the couch had exactly one spring working overtime. The walls were the kind of faded beige that made you question if they'd ever been a color at all, and the floor creaked in suspiciously specific places.
Elias had bargained the price down by pretending to be allergic to mold and aggressive lighting.
Still, it was theirs.