Benjiro is merely a guest in the manor home. A long-term one that happens to be related to one owner by blood, but a guest nonetheless. His room should relay more of the teen’s personal style.

With a chuckle, he retorts jokingly, “I seriously doubt you have to try hard.” He waits for Walter to enter inside before closing the door behind him, then engages the locks. Reaching up to pull his facemask free, he tucks it away into his pocket as he motions to the shoe rack beside the door, “My great aunts like keeping things tidy, but I can grab you some house slippers.” Clean of course.

“Thankfully not,” he is glad to report. “I am however about to make okonomiyaki, and would be happy to make some for you.”