I could've been redeemed

[Really, Leo kind of intented for this to just be to the household, but he's kind of a little pissed right now (except you can't see it) so he might not have payed enough attention. The only sign of the fact that he has been... unhappy is the fact that when he turns the Dreamberry around to show his room, there is a turned over desk by the wall, papers and pens spread out on the floor around it.

Because, you see, he came home to his room not being like he left it when he walked away early in the morning. In other words, the walls are now a bright yellow colour, paintings hanging on them. And there are flowers everywhere (oh, a crashed vase on the floor next to the desk too, and water, and flowers), on the night table and windowsill and, most importantly, climbing up his bookshelf. That's kind of the biggest reason for the desk having been, well, flipped. You do not mess with where he stores his book most importantly of all.

But all of it is hideous and he does not like it. It's way too bright, forces him to see too much through the lights in his vision and the bangs over his eyes.

When he brings the view back to himself, his expression looks completely calm. As is his voice when he asks:]

Who did this?

[A beat.]

And why? It's horrid.