( will habitually drifts right into the kitchen when they get to his apartment, but he's still listening. ) Yeah? ( and he opens the fridge, reaches in to grab two cans of cheap, shitty beer, and —
oh wait. right. new apartment. empty fridge. goddamnit. he frowns into the light of the fridge and shuts it dejectedly, returning to the living room empty handed.
obviously the next best thing to do is sprawl across the length of the couch, a little too short for his legs to stretch out all the way, one knee bent and the other leg draping off the side. head at the end next to kate, he tilts his chin up to look at her better. ) Not bad. Not as epic as my couch back at home, but it'll do the job.
( you know, the couch that's probably older than even he is, probably reeks of weed and spilled booze, that will occasionally finds himself glued to for months at a time. that one.
oh, you thought you were sleeping on the couch, kate? wrong. )
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oh wait. right. new apartment. empty fridge. goddamnit. he frowns into the light of the fridge and shuts it dejectedly, returning to the living room empty handed.
obviously the next best thing to do is sprawl across the length of the couch, a little too short for his legs to stretch out all the way, one knee bent and the other leg draping off the side. head at the end next to kate, he tilts his chin up to look at her better. ) Not bad. Not as epic as my couch back at home, but it'll do the job.
( you know, the couch that's probably older than even he is, probably reeks of weed and spilled booze, that will occasionally finds himself glued to for months at a time. that one.
oh, you thought you were sleeping on the couch, kate? wrong. )