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Percy walks steadily, hugging the goods to his chest as opposed to carrying them like Tony does. They are relatively small bags, and so Percy can still see ahead. He spots his apartment building, two blocks away from where they are now. "It's right in the corner," Percy says. He quickens his pace, then, carrying ahead of Tony. He at least wants to open the door to his apartment, perhaps see what he could fix before he lets Tony in.

From outside the apartment building looks like a relatively new building. Only because it's repainted, of course. It's a two-story structure, with the first floor occupied by a canteen and laundry shop. It's a relatively lax day, and so Percy only gives them a wave before continuing upstairs. There are stairs on the corner, with enough space for two people to walk together.

There are three rooms on the second floor, and Percy walks straight to the last room by the open hallway. He sets the bag to the floor, opens the lock. He is glad to hear the illusioned wind chimes sound when he opens the door, but at the same time he also feels a little guilt. After all, the antique wind chime could...

"Sorry it's a little, uh, hot. I don't exactly have air conditioning here. I only have windows." Percy sets the bags inside and proceeds to open the windows. "Have a seat. So, uh, this is my house. So I'll just--"

What Tony would see inside is a relatively clean living room. Percy has one table inside, where he eats his food and dumps his clutter, two sofas, and a huge transparent glass cabinet filled with books, scrolls, and some other memorable clutter he either brought over from home or bought at a store. At the dining, there is a counter, with an enchanted stove he bought, and a small fridge. Both are quite pricey, but they do him wonders. Attached to the walls are small illusioned moving paintings and a pendulum clock.

Meanwhile Percy is staring in the void of his fridge. It's a lot worse than he thought. Nonetheless, he brings out what remains of the cake. "Would you like a cake?" he offers.

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Sighing, Percy takes a pitcher of cold water and the cake before he closes the fridge. He sets down the quarter slice of it and a glass of water in the table. "It's chocolate," Percy says helpfully before settling on his sofa. He almost tells Tony it's leftover, but he figures he could easily tell. No further need to embarrass himself.

The next minute would be filled with awkward silence. Percy is sweating even though the room has now cooled down to tolerable humidity. He does not know what to say, really. He is waiting for Tony's comments about his living conditions. And so he continues to just sit there, looking everywhere but his antiques.

"I told you so," Seraph says in the back of his mind, and Percy makes a disgruntled sound. If Seraph, the mute swan, chooses to speak human speech just to make her point clear, then Percy is in sure trouble. He begrudgingly apologizes to his familiar and promises her not to spend so much again, but apparently Seraph isn't contented at that.

Against Percy's will, Seraph materializes in a quiet poof of white feathers. Percy face palms and looks away. Meanwhile the swan respectfully bows to Tony and makes a request before she leaves.

"Please do knock sense to Percival," Seraph says in her melodic voice. "He grew up in sheltered family, never having to struggle. You see he is quite in a predicament. He will need all the advice he could get in order to live decently. Thank you." And with that, Seraph disappears in whirlwind of feathers getting sucked in an invisible vortex.

"You don't have to put it like that!" Percy whines. When Seraph does not answer, Percy says sarcastically, "thanks!"