Mikazuki follows Atsushi inside without too much fanfare, though he does look momentarily confused about him taking off his shoes before getting too far in. Watching him closely, Mikazuki decides — well, why not? And follows suit, peeling his boots off and leaving them by the door. Shifting the books forward in his arms, he slides them onto the stack already adorning the table. Only then does he swivel to take a look around.

All the housing units were different, it seems like. He hasn't seen two that have looked the same, but they're not bad. Better condition than the barracks he was used to, though lacking the familiarity.

"Anywhere is okay, right?"

He asks even while sliding down into a seat at the same table. Carefully, he pulls one the books down again. Maybe he can't read it, but that doesn't stop him from touching the lettering on the cover and flipping the pages with his thumb.

"So many."

Pages, that is. All real paper, real ink.