As Kaito would describe the place, it was far from perfect. He would say it was a dusty old joint that he used as a hideout when he wanted to be away from the city. He was sure it'd only gotten worse all the time. Don't get him wrong, it wasn't all too shabby, but it wasn't quite what he would describe as 'first-class'. But, unlike he expected, it got quite a reaction from out of her. Maia squealed and buried herself against him, catching him momentarily off guard. "So you like it? Wow," he laughed and embraced her back before she pulled away. When he really thought about it, she was right, it really was wonderful. It might not have been perfectly perfect, but it was safe, quiet, and, most importantly, home.
Kaito nodded and said, "Alright, let's go inside." Leading her in, he approached the dusty door, first peering through the opaque panes and rubbing what dust he could away with his sleeve. Seeing nothing but blackness on the other side, and thankfully nothing moving, he reached into his shoe, pulled out a worn key and stuck it in the keyhole, the tumblers falling easily and the door giving way without a fight. Darkness met them with nothing more than the moonlight to shine its way onto the dusty floors. The furniture within was sparse as he led her inside, holding her hand so that she didn't hit anything. "Wow, I must've been away longer than I thought. But thankfully everything seems to be intact."
He led her into the darkness, searching for a lamp he knew to be on the table at the center. When he bumped into it and let out a might OOF!, he knew he had it. He fumbled with it for a moment before flickering the thing on, light flooding what was the dining room. "Ah that's much better!" He grinned and squeezed her hand. "This is it," he said, letting go and throwing his arms up in a showing fashion. The table on which the lamp resided was squat and slightly designed, still keeping that simple woodsy feel all the while the chairs shared the same effect. A bearskin carpet was rolled out in another corner where an empty fireplace resided, ashes still cold in the hearth. "It ain't much, but it's just like how I left it."