Nothin’ to thank me for. You’re the one who brought the liquor.
[ He gets it though, and he might even smile a little to himself as he goes through the process of relocking the door behind her.
Looking around, Moira will see a surprisingly homey space. There’s a line of hooks on the wall by the door, sporting his serape and hat, and there’s an interesting painting on the wall immediately to the right. From there, the room opens up into an open living room space strewn with an eclectic mix of old-but-comfy furniture that all doesn’t quite match. The walls are painted white, worn down in a way that some people do on purpose for that old-country-farmhouse effect. They were already like that when Jesse moved in though. He can’t take credit. ]
It was already on the way out of my system before that cure landed, but I heard plenty.
[ Since the closest table is the one over by the fireplace, Jesse slips into the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses— which match, being from the same set. He’d made an effort there at least.
There’s a couch, a standalone recliner, and a footstool angled around the low table. Jesse perches on the latter seat as he sets the glasses down beside Moira’s bottle. There’s already an open beer bottle on the table, along with a mess of maps and other random bits of paper. He’d been in the middle of something or other before she’d come, but it’s apparently not so important that it can’t wait. ]
Not that the flu by itself was a walk in the park, but I did make it out luckier than a lot of people.
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[ He gets it though, and he might even smile a little to himself as he goes through the process of relocking the door behind her.
Looking around, Moira will see a surprisingly homey space. There’s a line of hooks on the wall by the door, sporting his serape and hat, and there’s an interesting painting on the wall immediately to the right. From there, the room opens up into an open living room space strewn with an eclectic mix of old-but-comfy furniture that all doesn’t quite match. The walls are painted white, worn down in a way that some people do on purpose for that old-country-farmhouse effect. They were already like that when Jesse moved in though. He can’t take credit. ]
It was already on the way out of my system before that cure landed, but I heard plenty.
[ Since the closest table is the one over by the fireplace, Jesse slips into the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses— which match, being from the same set. He’d made an effort there at least.
There’s a couch, a standalone recliner, and a footstool angled around the low table. Jesse perches on the latter seat as he sets the glasses down beside Moira’s bottle. There’s already an open beer bottle on the table, along with a mess of maps and other random bits of paper. He’d been in the middle of something or other before she’d come, but it’s apparently not so important that it can’t wait. ]
Not that the flu by itself was a walk in the park, but I did make it out luckier than a lot of people.