There's a faint twitch in his jaw at the correction-- And really, he should have seen it. There's a certain appearance of all of those who had been dumped off together, and this man doesn't fit it. Just like Noct or Prompto or any of the others who had been filtering in to drop off supplied or check on or meet the new arrivals, this man was likely established and more used to it. (He'll blame the disorientation of-- well. Everything.)
But aside from that, he doesn't balk at the retorts, at the defenses thrown up. Because really- he doesn't care if Keith considers himself messy or not, or what his reasoning is. Just that the kitchen chairs and no place for someone's discarded shirt.
"I see. So rather than being made to live here, instead you've traveled all the way here, and decided that while visiting you'd discard your dirty linens in the kitchen because you deemed it the safest. Is that more correct?" An eyebrow lifts pointedly, bright green eyes staring steadily at him, posture stiff and completely unyielding.
The implication that he doesn't understand, though, has him bristling. "Well then, feel free to elucidate me. Because clearly you seem to consider yourself an exception to that rule."
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But aside from that, he doesn't balk at the retorts, at the defenses thrown up. Because really- he doesn't care if Keith considers himself messy or not, or what his reasoning is. Just that the kitchen chairs and no place for someone's discarded shirt.
"I see. So rather than being made to live here, instead you've traveled all the way here, and decided that while visiting you'd discard your dirty linens in the kitchen because you deemed it the safest. Is that more correct?" An eyebrow lifts pointedly, bright green eyes staring steadily at him, posture stiff and completely unyielding.
The implication that he doesn't understand, though, has him bristling. "Well then, feel free to elucidate me. Because clearly you seem to consider yourself an exception to that rule."