Red Son hums in acknowledgement and leads the way into the house, slipping off his boots and putting on slippers. "White ones are guests, we'll get you slippers later," he said, moving further into the house.

"Living room," he points through the open entranceway to a living room with basic furniture, a couch, coffee table, and bookcase. There is also a scattering of papers, though he's at least tried to minimize that amount now that he wasn't on his own.

"That door is to the basement and my workshop. Do not enter without permission," he said, pointed to another door. "Kitchen." He gestures to the next entranceway. The kitchen would be quite nice, because that was what mattered to him. "First set of doors down the hall is my room and bathroom on the left. Further down is Wukong's room, and I guess your room." He said, gesturing down the hall as he moved into the kitchen. "It was going to be an office, but..." He shrugs. He'll adjust. "We'll need to get funiture tomorrow. Morning. I may be busy in the afternoon." The next test was soon.

He then moves to get the kettle and tea ready. "Oh, I have a young man visit everyday with a meal. He was met to keep me from losing track of days and he's a human who can make something an actual acceptable spice level. If he's shouting, that's him."