Martin barely notices any of it. There's a big clock, the roof is curved, it's a bit messy. In a vague sort of way, he notes the model aeroplanes and photographs, but most of the attention his brain is capable of keeps pointing out to him that he's in Kaidy's bedroom, and he loses any train of thought he might be on.

Everything blurs into insignificance given that Kaidy has just dragged him into her bedroom. It's clearly her bedroom. There's a bed and everything.

He hears the door click as she locks it, and turns back to look at her. His cheeks are flushed, but mostly from the rushing over here and alright, yes, partly due to the excitement of finding himself in this situation. She probably can't tell the difference. He mostly hopes that she can't tell. Except that he also sort of hopes that she can.

Martin is balancing very carefully on the line between 'oh my god what am I doing, this is going to be terrible' and 'oh my god, this is amazing, more of this now please'.

His smile is a mixture of all sorts of emotions, worry and shock and pleasure bundled up together. Mostly it's a good kind of shock.

"It, er-. It looks alright to me." He says, slightly hesitantly.