“We’ve still got your room to see as well,” River reminds him, still bouncing on his toes and still as excited for the other to see their room as he was for himself.
Reed chuckles, “I know. I don’t mind waiting a little bit longer though.”
Raiden has already disappeared out into the hallway to find his room, and I rush to catch up with him. I don’t want to miss seeing the space that House has created for him.
Thankfully, House must know that we all want to see it, because it waits until we’re all in the hallway before it opens the door to Raiden’s room.
He practically runs in there and then immediately freezes.
“Wow,” he breathes out in wonder, and we all peer over his shoulder to see what his room looks like because he’s frozen in the doorway still, and none of us can see anything.
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
His room is a library.
It’s fucking awesome.
The bed is in the middle of the room, but it’s clear that it’s not the most important thing in the room, despite the fact that this is supposed to be a bedroom. Which means House has read Raiden perfectly, pun intended.
I swear the Voices groan at my internal joke, so I mentally flip them off in response and go back to studying Raiden’s amazing room.
Every single wall is floor-to-ceiling books, and the room is at least two stories high, with a balcony running around it to reach the higher-level books.The carpet is black, and all the furniture, including the bookcases, is made out of deep, rich mahogany wood. There are side tables with lamps on them, comfy-looking armchairs, a nice big fireplace that’s of course already lit, and lots of comfy places to sit, read, and do research, including a huge table so he can spread out, which I’ve learned he likes to do.
It’s the perfect room for Raiden.
It even has a balcony leading to the outside so he can come and go with his wings.
“These are all my books,” Raiden announces in shock.
“You mean copies of the ones that you have, right?” Van asks for clarification.
Raiden shakes his head, “I don’t think so. I think these are my actual books from the other house.”
“Dude, you’re going to have to explain a bit,” River mutters when Raiden just stays where he is and stares at the shelves.
Raiden doesn’t reply. Instead, his eyes light with excitement as he moves further into the room and heads for the ladder. He climbs it quickly, and we all watch as he moves around the second set of shelves like he’s done it thousands of times before.
I’m assuming he’s looking for something specific.
“Ah ha, I found it,” he exclaims, as he casually jumps from the balcony, open book in his hands, and lands on his feet like it’s nothing as he continues to read.
It’s hot.
Really fucking hot and I can’t quite explain why.
I can say that I will definitely be thinking about it later, or better yet, I’ll get Raiden to join me later.
Damn.
“Look,” he says, completely oblivious to the fact that I am imagining doing the naked tango with him. He holds up the book and turns it around so we can all see it. “See, this is the coffee stain that Ransom made when he was studying with me in the library at home.”
Ransom throws his hands up in the air, “You are never going to let that go, are you?”
Raiden looks at him, his eyebrow raised and a slight smirk tilting up his lips, “No.”
I burst out laughing, making the others laugh too, while Ransom simply stands there looking dumbfounded.
“Wow, so these really are your books then,” Reed says.
