[ after the hot dog party, it's been pretty uneventful around here. he hasn't seen her since that first day, but he also lost his memories for a hot minute there so you'll forgive him for being scarce. contrast to the last time they met, he's wearing a pale lavender jumpsuit and his face is clear of noticeable bruises. he crouches down, showing her the bottle of wine in his hand, there's a plate of tomato sandwiches in the other. then he shoots her a text. ]
[ For 'underneath a porch' her little hidey-hole is surprisingly cozy. There's much less dirt than would be expected, as she'd found a bunch of old yoga/gym-type mats to line the floor with. They were worn and thinner than they would have been, but she'd cleaned them and made them work. Various threads and fabrics are hung or carefully wrapped up into the 'ceiling' as either decoration or storage. It's not really clear which.
And the best part? It's blanket and pillow heaven. The whole place is lined and padded into a cozy little nest, the only opening being the lattice front that gives her a good view of the street.
She looks up from a thick patch of worn fabric, about the width of a bracelet, where she's been embroidering intricate celtic patterns. ]
Course. Long as you share those. [ She nods toward the wine and sandwiches with a smile, scooting over to give him room. ]
[ he hands her the wine so he can juggle his phone and the plate, slipping into the crawl space with surprising ease for such a bulky guy. he sits himself next to her and sets the sandwiches between them, folding his legs as he types back to her. ] i like what you've done with the place
[ After he's situated himself, she sets the wine near the sandwiches (grabbing one of them without prompting, because her new goal in life is to taste as much food as possible) and smirks. ]
An people said living under the floor couldn't be cozy.
[ then smiles at the praise. he tries!!! especially with limited meat sources around here, he'd done more with less resources so at least he's more or less getting the hang of making food here. and happy to share the wealth, as ever. ]
you don't like living indoors? [ he can relate, he's just trying to be conversational for a change. ]
[ She returns the smile. Once upon a time (literally) she had been a decent cook, but now anything more complex than toast might as well be wizardry. The lack of ingredients in Reims makes her even more impressed.
She takes a swig of wine and shakes her head. ]
Nah. It's been a while since I could live anywhere long, so I guess it'd feel weird to have a room of my own?
[ he nods, understanding that. his house had never felt right when he came home from overseas. it certainly wasn't his at all even before he lost the most important parts: the inhabitants. it had been a relief to burn it down. ]
this seems roomy anyway [ he supports your porch troll life, beth. ]
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room for one more?
aww yee
And the best part? It's blanket and pillow heaven. The whole place is lined and padded into a cozy little nest, the only opening being the lattice front that gives her a good view of the street.
She looks up from a thick patch of worn fabric, about the width of a bracelet, where she's been embroidering intricate celtic patterns. ]
Course. Long as you share those. [ She nods toward the wine and sandwiches with a smile, scooting over to give him room. ]
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An people said living under the floor couldn't be cozy.
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now you're just putting words in my mouth [ he sends the text and takes a bite to punctuate. ]
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don't tell me you weren't thinkin it. [ And then; ] these sandwiches are pretty good.
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[ then smiles at the praise. he tries!!! especially with limited meat sources around here, he'd done more with less resources so at least he's more or less getting the hang of making food here. and happy to share the wealth, as ever. ]
you don't like living indoors? [ he can relate, he's just trying to be conversational for a change. ]
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She takes a swig of wine and shakes her head. ]
Nah. It's been a while since I could live anywhere long, so
I guess it'd feel weird to have a room of my own?
[ She shrugs. ]
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this seems roomy anyway [ he supports your porch troll life, beth. ]
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Beth spreads her arms out, careful to avoid him, as if to prove his point. ]
All the space I could need. And it's got the best view around.
[ She motions towards the lattice, which gives a pretty decent view of the street. ]
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nice. see anything newsworthy?