Haven't talked in a while, huh?
Who: Berwald, Tino
When: Friday 6th March, evening
Where: Starts at the Centralia apartments
What: It's high time Berwald confessed something...
Berwald pushed the door open, trying to not make too much noise. He'd gotten used to that in the previous month, as Tino had been very busy and stressed during the last month, and consequently often sleeping when he was at home. And since all that had let up he'd been sleeping even more. Tino deserved the rest, certainly. However...
Berwald supposed he really should tell him about the house. Especially now when he'd actually caved in and started repairing it more than a week ago now. Obviously that wouldn't do any harm even if he didn't choose to accept his mother's "gift" after all. Then again the more he worked on the old house the more he found he liked it, despite how much work was left. Maybe because of it, if he was completely honest with himself, because Berwald liked building and repairing things. He could already see it would be a comfy house once he'd fixed it all up. And the core structures were in decent shape, so it was already mostly habitable. Especially now he'd repaired the roof.
Still caught up in thoughts about his work on the house, Berwald went through the steps of taking a shower and finding clean clothes absentmindedly. Then he peered into the fridge and frowned. He'd forgotten about going shopping for food, it looked like.
When: Friday 6th March, evening
Where: Starts at the Centralia apartments
What: It's high time Berwald confessed something...
Berwald pushed the door open, trying to not make too much noise. He'd gotten used to that in the previous month, as Tino had been very busy and stressed during the last month, and consequently often sleeping when he was at home. And since all that had let up he'd been sleeping even more. Tino deserved the rest, certainly. However...
Berwald supposed he really should tell him about the house. Especially now when he'd actually caved in and started repairing it more than a week ago now. Obviously that wouldn't do any harm even if he didn't choose to accept his mother's "gift" after all. Then again the more he worked on the old house the more he found he liked it, despite how much work was left. Maybe because of it, if he was completely honest with himself, because Berwald liked building and repairing things. He could already see it would be a comfy house once he'd fixed it all up. And the core structures were in decent shape, so it was already mostly habitable. Especially now he'd repaired the roof.
Still caught up in thoughts about his work on the house, Berwald went through the steps of taking a shower and finding clean clothes absentmindedly. Then he peered into the fridge and frowned. He'd forgotten about going shopping for food, it looked like.