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The house before you is a single floor home in an strange mixed style of architecture that suits, very well, it's strange owner. Although adapted slightly to fit the occasionaly brutal weather, the archetecture is overall a mix of Japanese and Chinese influence, heavily leaning toward the Japanese, with long 'prows' extending from under the roof on either end, elaborately carved into dragons heads. Foo-Dogs crouch either side of the walk way a male and female pair as is traditional, and Snow lanterns decorate the yard, though it doesn't look as though the stone structures have been lit in some time.
Through the front sliding doors is an open layout with sliding screen doors and open round 'windows' peering between many of the rooms. A modern sound system and game systems hooked up with a large television look politely off with the traditional decor, and the shelves of the book cases are scattered with an combination of art books, eastern philosophy, and stacks on stacks of manga. The bed room, in the back of the house, opens onto the garden, and the bed, an matress on the floor in a western parody of the eastern style, is overhung by an mosquito netting, the uper frame of which is hung with paper cranes, small prayer scrolls...and an strange collection of anime-character charms. Likewise the walls are hung with both modern posters, block prints from another age, and a few painted masks.

Flaim glazed at the building from the side walk following the tip of the roof to the brows and dragon heads. His glazed flickered from the dragon heads, to the foo dogs, and the snow lanterns. "Well it suites you I have to say that." He said moving to catch up Shen. "It's lovely." He smiled. "Japaness style bath?" He questioned looking up at Shen.

"Hmmm it sounds quite wonderful. Perhaps latter we can bathe in there after we go out." He glanced around as he followed Shen to the bedroom slightly nervouse. The bedroom was rather personal. "If you don't mind?"

Flaim glanced at the outfits before his glazed wandered to the pitcure. He glazed at the old sepia tone photo. It looked a lot like Shen but the hair was different and the polite look was a lot different then Shen smiles. "Is that your brother?" He questioned glazing back at him watching Shen go threw the outfits.

"It is he looks so very much like you." Flame glanced at the coat shrugging out of his blanket and reached over taking it running his fingers across the heavy silk. "It's soft." He murred before trying it on carefully. It was cool on his skin. "I like it." It was open and easy to move in.

"If they had photos of my past, I would be doing that alot." Flaim shrugged brushing his cheek against the soft silk. He grinned and twirled slowly in it watching the helm bellow out. "I don't think my tribe had cameras it wouldn't of matter anyways really." He glazed at Shen. "This isn't enough?"

Flaim giggled and glazed at the pants. He gave a small squirm unsure about them. He played with a strand of hair. "I'll try them." He said glazing at the pants after listening to Shen slightly intrested. Float as you walk?

Flaim took the pants carefully feeling the fabric before he stepped in them dressing himself feeling rather akward. They fitted around his hips and the fabric floated around his flesh. He took a tentive step towards Shen eyes on the rabbit face."How do I look?"