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"Right here by the lab actually," he laughed, hopping up onto the sidewalk, "Pretty convenient for, since I don't really have much interest in gardening or anything like that." Glancing over his shoulder to see that she was following him, he headed up toward the building, not really looking forward to the five flight hike. There was probably an elevator somewhere, but he didn't really care enough to look for one. It wasn't that bad for everyday, and it was good exercise.

"Really? Didn't notice it before," he admitted, leaning a bit over the railing for a good look, "Huh, I guess you're right." He started to open the door, then stopped when, by no real surprise, he found it was locked. "Um, you've still got my keys I think," he laughed, hoping they hadn't gotten left down in the car. He'd learned a lesson about leaving his door unlocked from Haki and Ina, and as annoying as it was to lock it and remember his key, it was better than having them running around.

"No problem, really," he said quickly, counting through the keys to find the one to the door. When he finally found it, he unlocked it and pocketed the keys. Swinging the door open, he shrugged, "Home sweet barren home." The place still smelled a bit odd, and the doodlings of the two toddlers still dominated one wall, but for the most part, it just looked empty.

He nodded at the comment about the drawings. Honestly they wouldn't have bothered him much if they'd been say, in what was going to be the soul's bedroom, kids liked that stuff after all. But in his living room, just no. "Yeah, I'll probably put something in. Want me to get you a sweater or something? I kind of need to change out of these shorts anyway." He had had the bright idea to keep the box clutter out of the living room, and so behind the closed door of the future kid's bedroom was a maze of boxes, only some of them being marked. He'd managed to find most of his packed clothing, and some kitchen stuff, so he'd survive.

"I'll just take a minute," he called, retreating into the spare room. It took him a bit of effort to find the box he was looking for, but when he did he managed to salvage both a sweater from when he was a pledge (it looked like it would fit her alright) and a pair of old baggy jeans. Thinking over his options for a few seconds, the mental war started up again. Dude, ditch the shorts, they're itchy. Go commando, it's not like you have much of a choice. True, he hadn't exactly thought far enough ahead to mark the box that contained his boxers and socks, but going commando in baggy jeans seemed like a bad idea. Shrugging, he just tugged the jeans on over the shorts and wandered back out, holding the sweater up to her, "This look good?" It had basically the same design as his tshirt, but bulkier and with a few mysterious tears.

"Uh yeah, actually. Mostly physical, not costmetic though. See how the kitchen's got a full wall in front of it so you have to walk through the door to see into it? I think I'm going to knock that wall out and seperate it with counter, maybe put a few stools on this side. Think'd make it look a bit more open?" He asked, trying to think of a slightly safer way to knock out the wall that just with a sledgehammer. And maybe a quieter one. He could try and remove it in one piece, but that'd be awfully bulky, and heavy.

"Probably a good idea," he agreed, honestly never having given any real thought to what would happen when he knocked a wall out, "Maybe I could leave the sides and top part there and put some cupboards in, that way there'd be some support there just incase." He was really one of those guys whose motto when it came to remodeling was "Smash first, ask questions later" and so far, by sheer luck, he'd never knocked down a building. Though he had come dangerously close when he once decided to turn his bedroom into a maze in fifth grade. After that he'd pretty much left remodeling to his mother's crews. "And for the living room, maybe I could put a flat screen up against this back wall, right in the middle."

Cracking a smile at the "inevitably large" comment, he shrugged, "Football probably." Deciding he might as well play along, though it wasn't really too far from the truth, he shook his head, "Nah, for football I might need to turn this whole room into a TV." Though, now that he really thought about it, his mind changed a bit, "Actually, that would be pretty cool." Well, he was trying not to be a pig, and so far thought he was doing a pretty good job, but he couldn't really pretend he didn't watch Sunday games near religiously. "Or I could put one in the ceiling."