kris was on the other side of the bar wall now, directly in front of that wall were 3 bright orange bar stools. must've come with the damn couch. in front of those was a sturdy, pale, wood table, about the same height as the wall.
"so this is the kitchen," brian gestured to the other half of the room. it was cleaner than kris had expected. the dirty french press sat on the pale wooden countertops along with a few knickknacks but other then that it was pretty spotless.the black fridge had magnetic letters that spelled out things like 'cum' and 'pp' and 'boobs' brian looked at it for a moment, made a short breathy laugh and started going up the stairs.
kris didn't know what to do, this wasn't exactly the tour he was expecting. he stared off for a second before following brian up.the downstairs floor was tile, looked like a red toned wood, but the flooring for the stairs and the rest of the upstairs from what kris could tell was a red shag carpet.
he followed brian up to the top of the stairs which turned left and faced a door, brian began "so that's the guest bedroom" he opened the door. "there's not much in there right now because i don't really have guests stay over much"
there was just a plain white bed and a wooden side table in the room. kris closed the door.
they turned to the rest of the short hallway, and walked a few feet."that door in that like indent area is the guest bathroom," he pointed at the smaller room attached to the left of the guest room,
"this is the upstairs lounge area," he pointed to a smaller version of the downstairs couch pushed up against the far left wall in front of the stairwell, accompanied by a mini fridge to its right,
"and that's my room" he pointed to a door on the opposite end of the couch, there was a smaller area between the guest bathroom and brian's bedroom where he'd put a table.
the door to his room was slightly ajar and brian started to walk over to it. suddenly nervous kris didn't know if he should follow, brian turned around and looked at him expectantly before he walked in. kris mindlessly started walking, like he'd lost control of his legs and they decided to go in for him.
it was dark inside brian's room, but when his eyes adjusted kris could see brian's bed and bedside table in the center of the opposite wall. to the left were 2 other doors,
"bathroom and closet" brian said, pointing at each door before walking back out. kris followed in a bit of a daze. they walked back downstairs to the foyer. as brian stopped at another door.
"and this is the garage." he opened it and stepped inside. it was a standard 2 car garage but on the right wall was a small wine fridge stacked with bottles."hey by the way," brian spoke again, turning to kris. "i have a few extra bottles if you want to stay a little longer" he gestured to the fridge but it was obvious that kris had seen it.
kris smiled and nodded. he was so fucked.
AN-
omfg can you tell how i hate describing rooms it's so goddamn boring jesus just make out already
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Romansabrian lives at 2611 15th ave n., kris is looking to buy it. if only kris had known he'd be getting more then just a house