( makoto does notice his proclivity towards antics even when advised they aren’t exactly necessary—a small, amused smile ends up setting itself upon his face despite himself as he settles down on the edge of the bed. he had, of course, told him that he didn’t need to do such things for makoto’s own benefit, but if it was for levy’s own personal one, who is he to try to deny him? though twirling with such extravagance in his shoebox of a bedroom is more humorous than anything else.

(if makoto’s bedroom as a four is a shoebox, what does that make the twos’ bedrooms? matchboxes?)

he’s almost thrown from his perch at the edge of the bed when the older man flops down onto it instead. he gives a single, dry laugh, resituating himself. the bed is not particularly comfortable, but it’s not bad. “serviceable” is certainly the word makoto would use. ))

Not much room to stretch out downstairs, I hear.

( as he asks about the mirror, makoto pauses; then he turns and briefly leans over levy, fingertips probing the wall on the other side of the bed before he finds the catch for the compartment. most of the storage in his room are these spaces in the walls—there, the tiny closet, bed-side table. it opens, and he reaches inside to draw something out. first, he pulls it into his own lap, the mirrored face turned down. the mirror itself is plain, unremarkable—except for the suit of spades emblazoned on the back. )

Okay. Um… So, to the best of your ability, just try to tell me what it is you see in it? Maybe that will help me figure out what exactly it’s… showing.

( then he carefully extends the mirror to levy, so he can take it and take a look for himself. )

( ooc: description of the mirror’s effect is: “the mirror does not actually reflect back the viewer as they currently appear, instead reflecting what is hidden beneath the surface: expressions on the face looking back at the viewer will show their true nature, true feelings, or true desires.” )