Saoji gasped when Ione opened the door. Her hair, once again has won him over. Wow...he didn't expect her hair to be that long. It made his medium length, silver hair look like childs play compared to hers. She seemed very happy to see him as he stepped inside, looking around her room. He was very impressed with how she kept herself. Another thing they had in common, they were both neat freaks. Surprisingly, he wasn't as freaked out as he was before; now that he was in her room already instead of having to patiently wait for this moment to come. 

He looked over at Ione and smiled.

**"This is really nice, Ione! We have something in common, you know? I hate seeing things messy. I usually try to keep my room as clean as yours. So...where can I sit?"** he asked, not wanting to be rude just standing around. 

The book in which he carried, entitled..."The Truth About Revolution" was kept underneath his arm. He held onto it as if it was his golden treasure.