Yeah, y'know, like a..., [He makes a gesture with his hands, holding them up and apart at about the width of a packing box.] ...was gonna say like a box o'cup noodles, but you've probably also never seen one'a them. [He's mostly just trying to keep talking, to give Stolas something to focus on-- he knows a borderline dissociative state when he sees one.]

[He didn't press when the bird stands there in muted silence for a moment before digging out his key, and he reaches up with the intent of pulling Stolas into a duck in case he didn't think to do it on his own, but just ghosts his claws over his side when he does. Blitzø took his own stock of the room, and nods a little with a quiet hum when Stolas points out how similar it looks to his own place. Maybe that's subconsciously part of why he hadn't stayed at the place he was allotted. He quirks his mouth.] I mean, this is pretty livable, to me, I think you're just used too oppressively huge spaces, big bird. C'mon, let's do you a little tour.