[Admittedly, the mess is familiar. Somewhat worse than what he remembers as Sholmes' baseline, but it is close quarters, after all. 221B by contrast had always been spacious enough to accommodate all of Sholmes' various mementos with plenty of room to spare. It takes a bit of footwork for Mikotoba to navigate his way through the mess; thankfully, it's enough to make it to Sholmes' coffee table without tripping and falling over anything.]

A sys... [Mikotoba stretches out a hand for the papers, surely he won't just-- annnnnd he does. The papers are heavy enough that they simply hit the ground in a heap, only a couple of them coming loose and fluttering off in other directions.] ...tem. [His hand falls uselessly to his side. The same excuse, familiar as the mess.]

Well, so long as your "system" remains on your side of the flat, I won't interfere with it. [Unless it becomes dangerous enough that he'll need to, which. MAYBE? Maybe.

Mikotoba sighs, readjusting the hat on his head, but it's not all longsuffering in the sound. He's thoughtful too he surveys the rest of his new lodgings. It's cramped, certainly, but there is room enough to make a home here again. Places to hide books, a windowsill on which to set potted plants-- meals to be made and taken together once more.

It is more than sufficient. He turns to the man with a grin.]

It's perfect, Sholmes.

[(He is going to bend down and set some of those papers on the sofa, though.)]