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Post by Henry Williamson on Aug 18, 2009 11:31:42 GMT -5
Footsteps could be heard going up the stairs, heavy as if the person they were coming from was big or they were carrying lots of stuff. It would turn out to be the latter, as Henry trudged up the stairs while carrying numerous boxes in his arms and trying to get to his room. Luckily he was only around the corner of the stairs, his room was the first one on the floor. With key in hand, he shifted to the side and unlocked the door, kicking it in lightly so he could walk in. He placed the boxes down by the door and took in a deep breath, falling onto the couch with a sigh. Hopefully this would be the last time he had to move, he was getting a little tired of moving all of the boxes around. Unfortunately there wasn't much to drink, since he had just gotten there and he doubted there was a fridge full of soda, milk, etc. etc. to live off of. He would have to go out later for some food and drinks, but for now he was fine with just sitting and resting for a bit. With a small smile, he just realized that the sun had gone down and he was in his home. Who knows what would have happened if he was caught out there with all this stuff.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 19, 2009 16:43:23 GMT -5
Naturally, Henry had informed Kyle of his relocation. He had been told of where Henry's new home was, and on which floor etc. So, here Kyle was infront of the building, a bag of croissants in one hand and a tray of steaming coffee and tea in the other. Henry prefers tea to coffee, so being a good...boyfriend?...he got the older man that instead. There was also a little cup of milk and a few sachets of sugar, just incase he liked it sweet.
He made his way up to the correct apartment - number seven - and flicked a glance down at himself, making sure he was presentable enough. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, light blue t-shirt and a white hoodie. Nothing fancy, but he thought he looked okay in it. He peeked around the doorframe - the door was open - and saw Henry. Flopped down on the sofa. Kyle felt a smile creep onto his face. It was kind of...cute seeing the older man so...worn out, but comfortable. "Hey Henry" He said, making his presence known.
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Post by Henry Williamson on Aug 24, 2009 10:05:02 GMT -5
The couch was comfy, atleast. He felt like he sunk right into a dream when he sat down, it was nice. He wondered if he got cable on this T.V. though. The idea interested him, in the forest with his pack they never really had electricity or anything. Everything was so new to him now, with things like ovens, microwaves, cars, etc. etc. and it was really confusing for awhile. But atleast he had a job already, whereas some people didn't have one at all and he just got here. And it was ironic since he has spent most of his life out in a forest, with a bunch of werewolves. Nor did he need any kind of college degree here, which made him shake his head. There had to surely be more capable people than him in this town. As Henry thought of this, he was knocked out of his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice by the door. Looking up, he saw Kyle standing there. "Oh, hey! How are you?" he jumped to his feet eagerly, wanting to show Kyle around immediately.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 24, 2009 10:36:48 GMT -5
Kyle took it as a compliment that when Henry saw him his mood changed - before he had looked like he wanted nothing mroe than to just lie there, maybe even got to sleep, but now he was on his feet, seeming really eager all of a sudden. "Im good, just thought I'd stop by. And I've brought some tea. I know how much you don't like coffee." He explained, entering the apartment and walked towards Henry, taking his cup of coffee and handing the tray to Henry, incase the man wanted some milk or whatever in his tea. "So how goes the moving in?"
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Post by Henry Williamson on Aug 26, 2009 0:10:33 GMT -5
"Oh, thanks," Henry simply said as he took some tea and put two drops of sugar into it before mixing at taking a sip. He had only recently found his love of tea when he was out shopping randomly and checking to see what he did and did not like about these modern things, or atleast things that he had to get use to now that he was living in a town instead of a Werewolf pack. "Why don't you sit?," he gestured over to the seat next to him on the couch, moving over while doing so. "I suppose the move in has been going well, just brought my stuff up from downstairs." he nodded over to the many boxes by the stairs with a small smile.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 26, 2009 4:52:39 GMT -5
Kyle didn't have to be told twice, so he took the proffered seat beside the werewolf, taking a sip of his sweet coffee. *Sigh* That's the stuff. "So it's all going good then. D'you want any help with anything? And how's the tea? I could never take to the stuff" Okay, that was a bit rushed.
He looked around the apartment, happy for Henry, and maybe a little jealous that he had his own place. Not that he wanted to move out, and not that his grandmother done his head in or anything, but he had the whole place to himself. Complete privacy. That was nice.
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Post by Henry Williamson on Aug 26, 2009 19:41:52 GMT -5
"The tea's fine, thanks again. I was pretty thirsty with all the moving," he smiled and set the tea down on the table-side before standing back up and walking back over to his boxes and opening a few. "No thanks, I've got it handled. If you want you can watch T.V.." Henry smiled back at the younger man and checked the boxes of the contents before bending over, picking it up, and carrying it out to his room. He didn't expect the younger man to watch T.V., instead deciding to help him, but only time would tell if that would happen. He wondered what they actually played on T.V. also.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 26, 2009 19:49:20 GMT -5
Kyle felt bad. He didn't want to be sitting her watching TV while Henry was stuck lugging boxes around. He wanted to help too. A quick glance at Henry showed the older man bending over - a very nice sight to behold! - to pick up a box and take it into another room. While the older man was away he had a quick look in another box, one which seemed to house some pots and general kitchen stuff. So, he took out some of the items and began putting them away in cupboards. Hopefully it was to Henry's liking...
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Post by Henry Williamson on Aug 26, 2009 20:03:32 GMT -5
Bringing the box to his own room, he put it on the bed and reopened it again. It was filled with clothes. Shirts, pants, hoodies, shorts, underwear, etc. etc., all of which were heading into the closet on racks and in built-in cupboards. He kept stacking and shelving clothes until the box was empty and his closet was full. Coming out of the closet and closing the box, he brought it out to the kitchen where he saw Kyle going through his boxes and sorting the pots and pans and cups and stuff like that where they generally went. Henry didn't protest, since he wasn't exactly sure what a proper kitchen looked like and where all of the stuff went other than food. Placing the box in a corner, he went back to the living room to get another.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 26, 2009 20:07:49 GMT -5
Kyle smiled over at Henry as the other man came out of, presumably, his room, going for another box. He himself was almost done with his own box - the kitchen stuff not being that hard to find places for - so in a few more minutes he was done and went back into the living room, where the older werewolf was. He went to stand beside the werewolf, looking through some of the leftover boxes for one that he could find places for without being too...invasive. "Any of these you would prefer to do yourself?" He asked, just to make sure he didnt hoke through a box of...undies or...whatever.
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Post by Henry Williamson on Aug 26, 2009 20:23:34 GMT -5
Henry looked at the rest of the boxes and thought about the question that Kyle had asked. All that was left in the boxes were bathroom stuff like shampoo, deodorant, soap, etc., living room stuff like ashtrays for guests, a few candles, some magazines, etc. etc and other random stuff like canned foods and other belongings of his. Nothing that was too important or embarrassing. "I don't think there is anything else left that is too embarrassing I guess," he nodded and picked up the box that was filled with the bathroom stuff and went to the bathroom. He organized the bathroom to his liking, putting things like medicine, toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, etc. etc. in the medicine cabinet and putting cleaning products in the cupboard under the sink.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Aug 26, 2009 20:28:48 GMT -5
Kyle nodded even thought the action was unnecessary and took the box with the living room stuff. He placed the an ashtray on the table and put the rest into a drawer. The candles he put around the room, so that, when lit, they would cast their glow around the entire room. Create qutie a...romantic atmosphere. Or just light up the whole room in the event of a power cut.. The magazines were easy - they went on the table. That being done he went back over to the last remaining box - the food. This box he just emptied into the cupboards - being canned foods they didn't need to go into the fridge. The rest of the stuff i nthe box he left for Henry to decide, so he brought the box back into the living room.
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Post by Henry Williamson on Sept 2, 2009 16:45:27 GMT -5
After emerging from the bathroom, he noticed there were only a few more boxes left with his things inside of them. Picking the last of them up, he carried them off to his bedroom and just set them down on the floor next to his bed. He would deal with unpacking them later, for now he had company and he had to make Kyle feel welcome. Walking back out, he smiled over at the younger man. "Thanks for the help," he nodded and stretched slightly. Looking around the living room, he liked the way Kyle had set it up for him. It was nice and homely. He wasn't sure what he might have done without him. "Do you want something to eat? Or wanna do something else?" he wasn't sure what they could do other than watch television right now.
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Post by Kyle Summers on Sept 2, 2009 16:49:04 GMT -5
Kyle turned towards Henry when the werewolf came back into the room and stretched. Mmm, nice. Henry's shirt rode up and his torsal muscles tightened...giving Kyle quite a nice view, and some of it skin. He blinked and tore his eyes away. It wasn't good to ogle, well, okay it was, but still, they hadn't known each other that long. He didnt wanna rush into things.
"I'm not really that hungry like. If you want something that's fine. What do you wanna do? I'm here to help you get settled and...stuff" He said, shrugging at the end. Apart from help the man unpack he really had no agenda after that. He was free as a bird.
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Post by Henry Williamson on Sept 2, 2009 16:59:05 GMT -5
Henry frowned slightly when Kyle said he wasn't that hungry. He wasn't sure what they could do here, he didn't have anything to do at the moment other than watching cable television. "Well, at the moment I only have T.V. here, so we could watch some cable? I've never watched cable before, so I don't know what kind of shows they have on there," he shrugged slightly and walked over to the couch, offering a seat to Kyle before sitting down himself. "If that's what you want to do, atleast. If not we can find something else to do... I think I might have bought a deck of cards in that box of random junk..." he trailed off, thinking about it. He didn't know how to play cards, so he would have to have some help from Kyle with that.
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