His room is gold. Drawings and collections.
Anderson ambled in as the kid shut the door behind her, he stared at her back as she took in the glamour of the room.
It was not much for a boy of his age but the decor was fabulous. With the simple look of it, one would know the skills of his hands. Walls are covered in animé posters but, posters he had sketched. You could barely tell if they were real, but the scratches from the old pencils he had used gave his secret away.
Piles of books in alphabetical order, arranged in the old shelve he had put together and nailed, then painted with barely sufficient paint.
The room was a center of renewal, though the material was already used thanks to the gifted hands of the young fellow they were restored.
"Junk, huh?" She repeated going to take
