[he can see how one might assume - the Teahouse had been about this big, too, but the Teahouse had not been split into apartments such as these. More locks on the doors, though. There is no forgetting where it is they are.
He is actually a little relieved, though, as the other man suggests coming in - had been worried, how the man might take care of his wounds in the little light outside, or the dimmer light of the hotel - even if he would have relinquished his kit without a qualm]
But my part of it is comfortable enough.
[there is a bathroom, a kitchen, a living space he doesn't have to share... and that's strange. Linneus has grown used to living surrounded by others. As relieved as he is to have his own place, it's almost as if he doesn't know what to do with it. It's strange, not to have a common place with others.
What furniture in the place is... functional, and certainly does not seem to reflect Linneus tastes for the most part - likely he only has it because it came with the house. But there are a few things where he has been able to make his mark, in the soft furnishings. Cushions he has inherited from one place or another, blankets. What he has, carefully and unobtrusively nestled with what has found its way into his possession]
Shall I bring you the box, or would you prefer to take care of things in the bathroom? It might be easier with the water...
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[he can see how one might assume - the Teahouse had been about this big, too, but the Teahouse had not been split into apartments such as these. More locks on the doors, though. There is no forgetting where it is they are.
He is actually a little relieved, though, as the other man suggests coming in - had been worried, how the man might take care of his wounds in the little light outside, or the dimmer light of the hotel - even if he would have relinquished his kit without a qualm]
But my part of it is comfortable enough.
[there is a bathroom, a kitchen, a living space he doesn't have to share... and that's strange. Linneus has grown used to living surrounded by others. As relieved as he is to have his own place, it's almost as if he doesn't know what to do with it. It's strange, not to have a common place with others.
What furniture in the place is... functional, and certainly does not seem to reflect Linneus tastes for the most part - likely he only has it because it came with the house. But there are a few things where he has been able to make his mark, in the soft furnishings. Cushions he has inherited from one place or another, blankets. What he has, carefully and unobtrusively nestled with what has found its way into his possession]
Shall I bring you the box, or would you prefer to take care of things in the bathroom? It might be easier with the water...