( there's really not enough to do in this apartment--and it's funny, really, that even amidst all the excitement of their journey, all of the wonder about seeing the sights on the road and all the different creatures and cities and food, even, there had been moments where he'd wanted to go back home. there had been times he'd wanted for a nice place to live in, a place to maybe start using film photography, learn how to develop, or maybe even how to cook something more than the menial little tasks that ignis gave him sometimes when he needed an extra set of hands. there's only so much a person can do when they're constantly on the road: and there's a comfort in having a place to call home. he'd always just thought of his friends as home. that's the safe place. not a physical room to store all his belongings.
so now, sure, in this city, he has just that: a single person's apartment, some loft thing that already came with furniture and silverware and everything he could need. he has space, finally, space for himself or for his hobbies, and what does he end up doing? taking up as little of it as possible. he sleeps in the bed, and spends an inordinate amount of time on the balcony looking at the sky, but he doesn't quite have that feeling of home yet. it still feels temporary. and what, he can't play his favorite mobile games here, so what's a guy to do? well: he has some books, and he has people to chat with, and he widdles down the time with that and going through his pictures and tidying up--the horror--but his eyes always go back to the clock.
is she gonna win? or lose? he's prepared to give her hints if she asks, but she doesn't. she takes up nearly the whole amount of time without even a word, and it's nearing midnight, and he thinks maybe he should call her up and tell her where to go. he thinks that, but the doorbell rings and his heart jumps into his throat--he peeks to look out the peep hole, but it's her, unmistakable as ever. and so-- )
How the hell did you do that? ( he says, warm and happy and almost on the verge of laughter, as he draws open the door. he's wearing a pair of black sweatpants, straight leg, and a grey t-shirt that's a few sizes too big on him, the front of it tucked vaguely into the band of his pants. immediately, before he can even hesitate, he leans in, takes her by her elbows, and pecks her a sweet kiss on the cheek; that's not her winning kiss, no, but it's a bonus, and when he draws back he sees her hands are full. ) Come in and tell me all about it, I gotta know how you managed.
( he's also immediately offering, as he leans into the door to hold it open for her-- ) Want me to take that for you?
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so now, sure, in this city, he has just that: a single person's apartment, some loft thing that already came with furniture and silverware and everything he could need. he has space, finally, space for himself or for his hobbies, and what does he end up doing? taking up as little of it as possible. he sleeps in the bed, and spends an inordinate amount of time on the balcony looking at the sky, but he doesn't quite have that feeling of home yet. it still feels temporary. and what, he can't play his favorite mobile games here, so what's a guy to do? well: he has some books, and he has people to chat with, and he widdles down the time with that and going through his pictures and tidying up--the horror--but his eyes always go back to the clock.
is she gonna win? or lose? he's prepared to give her hints if she asks, but she doesn't. she takes up nearly the whole amount of time without even a word, and it's nearing midnight, and he thinks maybe he should call her up and tell her where to go. he thinks that, but the doorbell rings and his heart jumps into his throat--he peeks to look out the peep hole, but it's her, unmistakable as ever. and so-- )
How the hell did you do that? ( he says, warm and happy and almost on the verge of laughter, as he draws open the door. he's wearing a pair of black sweatpants, straight leg, and a grey t-shirt that's a few sizes too big on him, the front of it tucked vaguely into the band of his pants. immediately, before he can even hesitate, he leans in, takes her by her elbows, and pecks her a sweet kiss on the cheek; that's not her winning kiss, no, but it's a bonus, and when he draws back he sees her hands are full. ) Come in and tell me all about it, I gotta know how you managed.
( he's also immediately offering, as he leans into the door to hold it open for her-- ) Want me to take that for you?