"The heck is this?" Irvyn was greeted with a room full of mess. Papers were scattered over everywhere, and clothes were piled up in a corner. A few bags which she uses to carry her books in college were lying in his way as if they were nothing but a few sacks. He felt like he was in nothing less than hell is supposed to be. "I didn't know I had a room this narrow like this, to the point there isn't a space to put my feet. Or it's just, you have some sort of magic to shrink spaces?"
"Fine, I get it. I am not… quite good… keeping things neat." Yvette's response came to him as a really low whisper, and if not the dead-silence look he was giving her, he was sure he would miss that.
"More like, the worst at keeping things neat. Because no way, you can do any cleaning, looking at this mess." Irvyn shifted his eyes at those piles of clothes, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt despair. "How are you even staying in there?"
