// Start a tiny riot //
The courier delivered the rest of his things the other day. He hadn't been sure which room to claim at first. The guest one that he'd stayed in had been his first choice, but then if anyone else needed to stay over they'd be in her room and that seemed like a worse arrangement, not that he really expected to have much of anyone over any time soon given he'd set a few things on fire more or less to get here. He took it as his anyway, to be safe, because he wouldn't be the one turning any of his friends or family away here.
His clothes hang in the closet along with her bar-forever assortments that had been abandoned. Steve Stone and Ruby Rock have taken up residence on one of the living room window sills, so they might alert him of anyone coming up the walk, and have something nice to look at outside. His money plant is centered in the kitchen, where the light hits it just right, as per Maeteo's careful care instructions about what it needs. He stocked the pantries and fridge, although most of it is snacks and sweets than anything substantial, except the basics like milk and eggs. Everything else is mild and minor, and the rest is still hers.
What he is grateful for, is her wild stockpile of comforters and blankets, which came out like an angry avalanche the moment he opened a hallway closet out of curiosity. He managed to wrangle them back into a loose idea of folded and lugged them all downstairs, which is what he is grandly showing off to her now. "Classic fort rules apply. Chairs, couch cushions, blankets, and clips are allowed. Everything else is off the table, including," here he holds up an accusing finger towards her face. "Channeling. No spirits or gods allowed Flo-go."
He leans back with a smile, hands slipping into the pockets of his gray sweats, rolled over his violet socks with different colors and shapes of flowers blooming over them. He's got on a black t-shirt, the chest covered with a giant frog face, the eyes of which jiggle with any strong movement. The house is warm enough not to need to bother with jackets or sweatshirts, though his maroon one is flopped somewhere nearby from when he first woke up, discarded after working up a sweat organizing all the supplies while too bundled for the effort and the fireplace heat.
His clothes hang in the closet along with her bar-forever assortments that had been abandoned. Steve Stone and Ruby Rock have taken up residence on one of the living room window sills, so they might alert him of anyone coming up the walk, and have something nice to look at outside. His money plant is centered in the kitchen, where the light hits it just right, as per Maeteo's careful care instructions about what it needs. He stocked the pantries and fridge, although most of it is snacks and sweets than anything substantial, except the basics like milk and eggs. Everything else is mild and minor, and the rest is still hers.
What he is grateful for, is her wild stockpile of comforters and blankets, which came out like an angry avalanche the moment he opened a hallway closet out of curiosity. He managed to wrangle them back into a loose idea of folded and lugged them all downstairs, which is what he is grandly showing off to her now. "Classic fort rules apply. Chairs, couch cushions, blankets, and clips are allowed. Everything else is off the table, including," here he holds up an accusing finger towards her face. "Channeling. No spirits or gods allowed Flo-go."
He leans back with a smile, hands slipping into the pockets of his gray sweats, rolled over his violet socks with different colors and shapes of flowers blooming over them. He's got on a black t-shirt, the chest covered with a giant frog face, the eyes of which jiggle with any strong movement. The house is warm enough not to need to bother with jackets or sweatshirts, though his maroon one is flopped somewhere nearby from when he first woke up, discarded after working up a sweat organizing all the supplies while too bundled for the effort and the fireplace heat.
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
