[Yeah, same AU. Some months later. Seriously, we've earned some anti-woe by this time.]They went to the pet store together yesterday. Andrew insisted
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Today's list began with the New York Public Library. He wrote a couple more stops beneath it, ones that they didn't get around to in his previous visits: the American Museum of Natural History, Bryant Park. Gaeta left room between those for anything else he might wander across, and plenty of time overall to travel from place to place.
All of which promptly went out the window once he was inside the library.
Especially after, on a whim, he requested a handful of biology and genetics textbooks and settled in at a table.
It's almost four o'clock before he catches himself, checks his watch, and shuts the books with a muffled curse. Hastily scooping them under one arm, he returns them to the main desk and (metaphorically) dashes out.
Some time after, his key scrapes in the apartment lock.
"Hey," Andrew calls out cheerfully as the door opens; it's a little muffled, until his face pops up from behind the couch. "Watch your step, I didn't get to clean up yet and the floor's still kind of a mess. Sorry."
The floor is kind of a mess. There are pieces of translucent plastic pipe scattered about, and a few cardboard boxes that (judging by the printing on the sides) held said pipe until recently. And a lot of plastic-coated wire, some in a spool and some in random tangles. And some things Gaeta is unlikely to be able to identify.
What's unexpected is that the walls are also kind of a mess. Or rather, at second glance, kind of a maze.
There's a skritching noise overhead as Walter ambles by, through the pipe strung over the door.
"I'm almost done over here," says Andrew, ducking back down again, "and once I connect this part it'll be a complete loop going back into the cage. I was trying to figure out a way to dock the hamsterball, but I don't think that's gonna work."
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All of which promptly went out the window once he was inside the library.
Especially after, on a whim, he requested a handful of biology and genetics textbooks and settled in at a table.
It's almost four o'clock before he catches himself, checks his watch, and shuts the books with a muffled curse. Hastily scooping them under one arm, he returns them to the main desk and (metaphorically) dashes out.
Some time after, his key scrapes in the apartment lock.
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The floor is kind of a mess. There are pieces of translucent plastic pipe scattered about, and a few cardboard boxes that (judging by the printing on the sides) held said pipe until recently. And a lot of plastic-coated wire, some in a spool and some in random tangles. And some things Gaeta is unlikely to be able to identify.
What's unexpected is that the walls are also kind of a mess. Or rather, at second glance, kind of a maze.
There's a skritching noise overhead as Walter ambles by, through the pipe strung over the door.
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Well, at least Walter seems to be enjoying himself.
"It's okay," he says, somewhat blandly, and reaches to scratch the side of the pipe just beneath Walter's feet. "Uh. Hi, Walter."
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"I'm almost done over here," says Andrew, ducking back down again, "and once I connect this part it'll be a complete loop going back into the cage. I was trying to figure out a way to dock the hamsterball, but I don't think that's gonna work."
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