Kenny's been following the other and softly sighs giving himself away. As if to come out of the shadows, Kenny greets the other. "This is where you stay? I don't know why I was expectin' somethin' different..." ( Can be to a chara of your choice! :D )
It’s how most would describe Risus’... House? Place? The-location-at-which-he-sometimes-sleeps?
And they would be correct; literally. The place was a total ruin, and not in the typical “house that nobody takes good care of” no, no. That bastard lived in an actual, abandoned hotel; we're talking “why would anyone choose to live here” type of bad, because YES, it WAS his choice. He could have easily upgraded (by force, mind you, but what’s new?), yet he didn’t.
The place had everything; questionable stains on the walls and floor, black mold growing in one of the corners and even a putrid smell of rotten flesh!
“Well, you should have told me you’d visit — had I known I’d be having a guest, and a willing one at that, I would have cleaned a little bit~” the man barely reacts to Kenny’s sudden appearance, continuing to lounge on an oddly pristine, red leather sofa; the only object in the room that hasn’t been destroyed in some way.
“Welcome to my humble abode! Please, do mind the floor; there is a good 37% chance it will collapse under your weight~!” Good joke; or is it? “You gave me quite a spook there — though you might be one of the demolition crew. And I’ve juuuust gotten used to this place, would hate to see it go!” the masked man continued in a cheery voice, idly playing with a dart in his hand — no target face in sight.