[there's a small fire going in the grate, enough to warm the room slightly, and the scent of spiced tobacco stronger than it normally is - the recently stubbed out cigarette in the ashtray the cause of that. he must have immediately killed it when he had gone to investigate the noise. a book is lying open on the little table, one that Dantes moves to go shut before he sits back down where he was before. one leg crossed over the other, he gestures that Eren can make himself comfortable as well.]
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