It's cluttered. There's a lot of shelves full of books and books open to random pages on the floor, plus several half finished cups of coffee on the coffee table. August walks out of the kitchen with an icepack.
"I can..clean up a little for you.."
August laughs
August: You're so polite! But no, I can clean for myself now...
He looks at the bruise and gently holds the icepack to Kat's jaw
He winced a little.
"Are you sure..?"
August looks Kat in the eyes and blushes a little. He murmurs
August: ...yeah...I'm fine...
"Alright.."
He pulls away and hands Kat the icepack
August: Here.
He looks away and starts straightening the apartment, not looking at Kat.
August: ...so you're a prince, right? Am I supposed to be calling you your highness or something?
He held the icepack on his jaw.
"No, that sounds weird..."
August: still not looking at him and just cleaning ...And your brother calls you Kat, right? ...but you don't like that...
"mhm."
