He shook his head "no" and began wandering around her house. The house was neat and well kept, an occasional picture hung on her white walls. He sniffed at her candles with a puzzled look on his face and ran his hand through the potted plant in the corner. He flopped on her couch for a moment before walking over to her television and pressing his face against it trying to see what was inside. Disappointed he couldn't see anything he walked into the kitchen. His nose is assaulted by a mix of bleach and food. He smiled a the girl washing something in the sink before turning and heading down the hall.<br/><br/>He headed to the room at the end of the hall, passing two closed door, and finds her bedroom. Neatly made bed, more funny smelling candles, and the thing that catches the most of his attention, her dirty laundry hamper. He opened the lid and started pulling out different pieces of clothing. Curious he starts trying things on, he puts his arms into a pair of sweat pants and pulls them down across his back. wiggling his shoulders around at the strange feeling of having cloths on for the first time. He scratched absent-mindedly at the dried blood in his hair and went back to digging through her dirty cloths, Throwing the smaller items about the room behind him.