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WHO: grooviestmutant & manlytear
WHERE: Ssssomewhere in the City.
WHEN: Backdated to last Tuesday.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Erik suggested that he and Charles find a house to rent together (so it is ~more like home~); they proceed to move their meager belongings and also probably talk about stuff.
FORMAT: Quicklog.
[ Charles was pacing around his own MAC apartment at that moment, going through the collection of books he'd amassed in his months in the City and trying with a bit of difficulty to pack them all into boxes that would not be too heavy for him to carry. He found himself wondering, only for a moment, if it would be plausible to line them with aluminium foil and perhaps experiment with Erik hovering them to their destination. He frowned at himself as he realised just how silly a hypothesis that was, and he shook his head and straightened up from where he'd been bent over a short stack of boxes. ]
Almost...
[ Charles turned his attention to the door then, waiting for Erik's arrival and hoping that he would be able to assist. He disappeared into his kitchen then to prepare tea appropriately (as one should for any instance of any guest entering the home) and putt around the kitchen quite a bit more. There was an incredible amount of stress and animosity in the City -- and even more on Charles' mind. It would be nice to absorb a different type of stress for a while while they moved. To distance himself, though he knew, and told himself, that it could not be for long that he did so. ]
WHERE: Ssssomewhere in the City.
WHEN: Backdated to last Tuesday.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Erik suggested that he and Charles find a house to rent together (so it is ~more like home~); they proceed to move their meager belongings and also probably talk about stuff.
FORMAT: Quicklog.
[ Charles was pacing around his own MAC apartment at that moment, going through the collection of books he'd amassed in his months in the City and trying with a bit of difficulty to pack them all into boxes that would not be too heavy for him to carry. He found himself wondering, only for a moment, if it would be plausible to line them with aluminium foil and perhaps experiment with Erik hovering them to their destination. He frowned at himself as he realised just how silly a hypothesis that was, and he shook his head and straightened up from where he'd been bent over a short stack of boxes. ]
Almost...
[ Charles turned his attention to the door then, waiting for Erik's arrival and hoping that he would be able to assist. He disappeared into his kitchen then to prepare tea appropriately (as one should for any instance of any guest entering the home) and putt around the kitchen quite a bit more. There was an incredible amount of stress and animosity in the City -- and even more on Charles' mind. It would be nice to absorb a different type of stress for a while while they moved. To distance himself, though he knew, and told himself, that it could not be for long that he did so. ]