It has been awhile since he has had anyone else stay the night in his apartment. In fact the last person had actually been Ivan, during a mission that took place about four, perhaps five years ago. Thanks to some digging via Eliasâ€™s work they had caught wind of an assassin looking to take out the President and Prime Minister. Politics were not something they usually got involved with, considering a lot of their work was personal and definitely illegal, but the assassinâ€™s bounty was pretty damn high and they couldnâ€™t help but want a piece of that. It was a horrible mission, he reminded himself, and never again did he want to cross paths with Mossad. Thankfully Ivanâ€™s former KGB ties were the only thing that got them out of that little encounter alive and they were lucky they had not been placed under suspicion by Mossad or even the government in general. In the end it had been mission accomplished despite them pissing off Mossad for accomplishing taking out that assassin before they got to him but stillâ€¦ no more politics.<br/><br/>After that they all agreed to just fly under the radar and only work jobs that were pretty, well, under the radar.<br/><br/>This whole thing still had him on edge and as he led Shizu up the stairs to where his apartment complex was on the third floor it was unnerving. He never expected to be tense in his own home, or at least this tense. Elias didnâ€™t need to tell him twice that he should remain vigilant either; he was always vigilant but he also knew the guy was looking out for him. When push comes to shove they always stuck together and had a pretty inseparable bond that got them through damn near everything. It was truly amazing. Surely Shizu would have questions about them as well, but he knew it was best not to explainâ€¦ then again she had told him she was an Oni. That being said was it fair for him to keep her in the dark like he had? He had revealed a few things to her, but it was subtle, more reserved than she had been since he refrained from getting attached as long as he could before it actually sank in that he was attached and he couldnâ€™t do much about it.<br/><br/>He yawned when he reached for his keys to unlock the door once they arrived. Damn, he really was tired as hell. It almost felt unusual to be this tired. It felt like years of lacking sleep have finally caught up to him and told his insomnia to fuck off and give him a break. Not that he would fight against the feeling of being tired, as that had been a long trip and he did like his sleep, of course. This moment of peace would be something he should sleep through, for at the same time he felt that he was resting up for something that was about to go down. Something that could very well put him in danger and kill him and that was probably the most unnerving thing of all. However, he took his mind off of that and just focused on being home for the time being.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, hoping his apartment wasnâ€™t left too messy for company, he slowly pushed the door open and gestured for Shizu to enter first so she could check the place out before he entered the apartment himself.  It was a bit plain looking, but overall the apartment was quaint; the floor was polished wood, probably oak, and just inside the door was the small kitchen space that of course had the typical tiled floor. The living room was laid out nicely as well. There was a tan colored couch with a throw blanket with a diamond pattern on it over the back of it sitting in the corner, a television a few feet away, and even a lounge chair; there was also a coffee table in the center and a few decorations like fake plants and a picture of some shore that he has been meaning to get rid of for awhile since it didnâ€™t match the room. Looming over the living room was a black ceiling fan, matching the lamp in the corner near the television as well as the coffee table.<br/><br/>There was also a sliding glass door that led to the balcony. The view of the city from said balcony was a pleasant one, which made the somewhat pricy apartment definitely worth it for someone who lived on his own.<br/><br/>It was so relieving to be home indeed, he thought to himself again. After going and grabbing himself a bottle of wine from the cabinet where he kept his stash, he flashed Shizu a grin. â€œYou are welcome to help yourself to whatever I have,â€ he said softly. â€œHowever the back room with the door shut is off limits.â€ This was a one bed room apartment but he had a back room where he kept a lot of personal things like his gun collection, his computer, and a few other things like files. He had a feeling she probably wouldnâ€™t snoop but given the curious little Oni she was he figured he would lay down some basic ground rules. This was his living space after all. â€œAre you hungry at all? I couldâ€¦ prepare you something to eat if you would like.â€<br/><br/>Honestly, he had been so tired he hadnâ€™t even realized itâ€™s been awhile since he has eaten anything and he was feeling pretty hungry right now. It was starting to replace his tiredness. He knew he didnâ€™t have much, he was not an amazing cook in all honesty, but he had enough for one night if Shizu also wanted something. Either way he knew he had to get something in his stomach so he would feel a bit better than he was now.