Derrok, thanks to his mother, hadn't blew up on the poor maid woman who'd been packing his things, instead left to grumble things to himself with his arms crossed over his chest for some time. When everything was packed- He let someone drive him to the apartment they were to stay at, he and whomever he was supposed to marry, with his mother in the backseat with him- As if afraid he'd run if she wasn't there.<br/><br/>When he did get there, he was about ten minutes earlier than what both had agreed on- And was somewhat relieved to see no one had arrived yet except for himself. Taking his bags, Derrok explored the nice- but small- apartment, going to the one bedroom with a grunt and setting his bags down near the dresser that was there.<br/><br/>After doing this he walked back out to the living room to sit at the couch, rubbing at his temples before turning on the TV with the help of a remote that'd been sitting on a small coffee table before the couch. "Wonderful." He muttered sarcastically to himself, tilting his head back against the backing of the couch to stare at the ceiling, and upside down towards where the kitchen/table were directly across from it.