Kei
Feeling a little restless, Kei stood in the middle of Sho’s luxurious living room. With his hands shoved inside the pockets of his grey sweatpants, he looked around, a little flabbergasted at how golden everything was, the style replicating something one would see in a french Palais, with sumptuous windows and red velvet curtains, large chandeliers, and huge oil paintings of sceneries unknown.
Kei recognized a couple of them that Sho had painted himself, beautiful and colorful as he so loved.
It was the first time the youngest Phlox was visiting his brother’s place, and while he had expected Sho’s tastes to be out of the box, he certainly hadn’t expected this.
He almost hoped that a fancy butler would barge in with tea and biscuits ready to be served in delicate and expensive porce
