Yes

You blink in surprise at the request. It makes some level of sense, you suppose. Momo isn’t exactly shy about her civilian identity, so it stands to reason a simple public records check would bring up her address easily but...something isn’t adding up here. You look at her face to respond and...is she blushing a bit? “Are you sure?” you ask, “I wouldn’t want to impose...well, more than I already did by passing out on your couch anyways.”

“I mean...I won’t make you stay,” she says, meeting your gaze, “Just...the streets aren’t exactly safe at night. We can make up the movie in the morning too if you don’t have work tomorrow.” To be honest, you aren’t even working full time...

“Ah-okay, sure. Should I just take the couch then or...”

Momo leads you to the guest bedroom a door down from hers. “It doesn’t get much use unless a friend comes to visit from another town, but I try to keep it clean.” The bedroom is relatively small compared to the other rooms you’ve seen but not overly so. The decor is a mix of European and Japanese styles, both classic and modern like the rest of the apartment. Browns, greens, and the yellowish color of old paper make up the color palette of the room, save for the rug; a Turkish style with a mix of red, gold, and black painting the surface in intricate patterns. The overall effect gives the room a very high class, yet homey feel. “The bathroom is right through there,” she says pointing to a door next to the nightstand, “and the dresser has extra clothes you can use, top drawer is for men, middle for women. Socks are on the bottom.” she finishes with a smile.

“...This room is nicer than my entire apartment.” you say, half jokingly.

Momo flushes just a bit at this but quickly straightens up when she realizes you’re not being judgmental. “Thanks Ren. I’ll uh...I’ll let you get changed in peace.” she says, giving you a pat on the shoulder as she exits into the hall-OH WAIT NO-