Dementia Requiem Asumi
Dysmas slowly nodded his head, "Is the tree nice? I mean... what's it like there?" Dysmas flared his wings for a stretch and then pulled them back to tightly against his back, where he usually kept them before ducking into the door. The tall, lanky male was a little longer then the door was originally meant to accommodate. "This is the common room." He said, giving her an introduction to the tiny villa. The room was small and every bit of available space was taken in the clash of kitchen and family area.
The abode was fairly humble, but it was part of what home meant to Dysmas.