(Play Time)

[gremlinctrouble]

Anna stood just inside the door to the new Trüble estate, an arm kept to open the door for the rather inebriated Adam Douglas, Jr. The day had been fresh to the sky, small trails of orange still lingering on the waning horizon. The air seemed fresh the moment one stepped inside, unlike the stale scent and stagnant odor that Anna had first smelled

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[adamdouglasjr]

Adam stumbled forward, nearly dragged in by his over excited and all too appeased hound, Laramie. A suitcase in one hand and his guitar in the other, the man entered, head still swimming from the two and half bottles of Jack Daniels he'd poured down his throat only hours before. Light burned and noise was starting to get to him.

A small groan come to face, the man staggering just inside the doorway...

"Thank you, Miss Anna. I wouldn't have never thought I'd have to ask you, of all people, to help me..."

[gremlinctrouble]

The woman nodded, closing the door, thick and towering, behind Adam as he entered. A hand rose, scratching casually at the lobe of her silver lined ear. Anna headed off for the western wing, ceasing to head up the stairs.

"There's a spare room on the first floor. It has no bed in it, but it has a hammock and blankets. We'll divvy up the room later. Right now, you just need rest and some time to think."

[adamdouglasjr]

He followed close behind, wavering left and right, then stumbling forward every time the dog on the lease held in his hand decided it was a good time to spring forward. There was a deep ill feeling in the pit of his stomach, more than what was there when he had left Emma's home.

" 'S'good. Just... need to lay down..."

[gremlinctrouble]

She sighed, looking back over her shoulder to the man. She winced slightly, seeing how green he was turning.

"Adam, you really can't keep doing this to yourself. I swear, sometimes you can be just like your old man."

She shook her head, continuing on. Adam's make-shift room was more so a spare living room rather than a spare bedroom. Plastic wrapped couches and armchairs lay in an unorganized fashion, a down and folded hammock on a stack of boxes in the corner. A hearth sat against the wall, unlit and cold.

"I'll give you the tour later. Right now, you sleep... And don't worry about the pooch. As long as he doesn't shit on my floor or chew on my books or furniture, he'll be just fine."

[adamdouglasjr]

He nodded, placing his things on the floor next to one of the covered couches. The guitar lay carefully on the cushions, guitar pick cradled under its strings. The lease for the mans furry friend was released, allowing the oblivious canine to prance about at his own leisure. Adam walked to the hammock, looking down at it, then over to the couch. The man smirked, tired eyes looking up to his odd friend.

"The hammock?"

[gremlinctrouble]

Anna smirked in return, nodding. She knew he'd take the couch, even if told to take something less comfortable. She didn't quite care, though. As long as he'd sit down and rest for a moment. Hands tucked themselves into her pockets of the suit jacket she wore. Pumpkin orange orbs fell to the happy dog at her feet, watching with some amusement as his tail wagged innocently.

"Bathroom is just down the hall. It you see a painting of a golden monkey, you've gone too far... It'll be on the left..."

With that the woman turned, casual as she normally was this early in the morning. Her legs let her exit the room, knowing Adam's slight accustomed to her worlds magic.

[adamdouglasjr]

He stood, silent as he watched his once assumed hunter walk out the door. His smirk fell instantly. Fake. His happiness, no matter how faded, was fake. After the events of last night he hardly had the spirit to stay happy.

Adam flipped a sheet off of one of the couches, flopping down on it with feet still to the floor. A hand covered his eyes. Laramie whined and whimpered softly, nuzzling his masters elbow. A free hand came to scratch behind the dogs ear, returning the simple affection given to him.

"Thank you, Laramie..."