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“Go away. You’ve got your own room to mess about in, so stay out of mine.”These are the words that will inevitably meet anyone who attempts to enter Nathan’s room at the Reverie. He craves privacy almost as much as sugar, and is intent on keeping this particular room to himself, and himself only. Still, that doesn’t mean it’s impossible to enter. There will surely be times that such a response will not greet an intruder, such as when he forgets to lock up. Should you be fortunate to come across such an occasion, the view that will greet you is probably one not worth the hassle.
The room is fairly small, a perplexing fact, considering a room of virtually any size could have been chosen. The walls are relatively bare, save for the odd bookshelf, and no matter how hard you look, no reminders of his family can be found anywhere in the room. It almost feels as if the place isn’t really lived in, at least, that would be the case if the place weren’t a tad untidy. It’s not uncommon to find a book or some garment of clothing in an obscure place.
A single bed is pushed into the corner next to the window, the bedclothes a pale sky blue. Directly next to it lies a chair and desk, atop which can usually be found Nathan’s laptop, almost always left on. A few drawers are built in beneath the table, but each and every one is locked tight. Opposite the bed is a small wardrobe and a full length mirror, although don’t expect anything fancy, all the clothes are fairly simplistic and cheap, other than his scarf, although it never seems to be anywhere other than around his neck.
Finally, next to the mirror is a door that leads to a small en-suite bathroom, consisting of nothing more than a toilet and a shower. Everything about the room seems to be as minimalistic as possible, reflecting the boy’s attitude towards virtually everything.
Nathan’s Room
