[ the doors locked and murr's ready to get murdered! just kidding. maybe. but walking in holding hands is definitely a thing, not that murr is lingering by yomi's side when he lets go. like a stray cat, off he goes to explore the room and...... stand on the bed....... in time with the click of the door.

yes, he's bouncing on it a little when yomi speaks, until he lands on his stomach. gracefully. somehow. and that, of course, is coupled with a smile returned for the one he's shown. ]

It does! Kinda gloomy but elegant... Kinda Eastern Country... The bed's comfy.

[ not explaining that either, but he is prompted by the shimmer of something new within the something new, so don't mind if he bats at it a little with a tiiny tilt of his head: ]

Who's Orange? Someone interesting? It's kinda mean to dangle stuff like that while we're in here, Yomi!

[ he doesn't mean it. but also he does, because then murr will just want to ask, and ask, and ask- ]