James paced the length of his studio apartment as he waited for Daniel. It was small. There was black dresser a twin bed pushed against one wall with covers all messed up, a cheap desk against another that hadn't been there long enough accumulate dust or papers, and the obviously empty kitchen marked the major fixtures of the apartment. The layers of blankets over the room darkening shades on the window were as surprising as the empty kitchen. It wasn't fancy, but as long as the Prefect didn't stink the place up it was fine.
The Gangrel continued pacing, occasionally checking the time on his phone slash alarm clock to make sure Daniel wasn't late. He wasn't. He had a few minutes before James could bitch at him for missing his own dead line. Eyes flicked to his closet, wondering if he should dress up for this impromptu meeting, but half the fun of being a Gangrel was not having to always live up to that bullshit. A button down and jeans were fine is his mind.