Mario wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting Cory’s apartment to be like, but he was a little surprised at how very clean the place was. The last time he’d been there, he didn’t really get the chance to look around; it had been dark, and he’d been pretty drunk. Mario’s own flat tended to be disorganized; not dirty, exactly, but he was often so preoccupied with his work that he just couldn’t be bothered to put the place back in order. His work space was cluttered with half finished projects and various tools. They all had places they were supposed to go, but many of his tools were used so often that there was almost no point to putting them away, as he’d just have to go fetch them again.
Like the young man’s wardrobe, his apartment was decorated mostly in blacks and greys - with the occasion
