[It's not often he welcomes other people into his shabby home. In fact, it's never—he tolerates them at best, and ignores them at worst. This guest, however, seemed... well, they were some kind of pitiful out on the street. His dirt-floor cellar isn't much better, but at least it has a ceiling and only a limited draft. It isn't raining in here, anyway. Maybe they'll entertain him for a while.]
See, much better in here. Is it up to your standards?
[ The steps he takes are ginger, delicate, trying not to track rainwater as they enter the other man's home. It's not too different from his own, maybe a smidgen nicer (definitely cleaner), but he still doesn't want to make a mess. Lor brushes a hand back through his hair, lets out a quiet breath.
How did he get here? To following others home?
(—he knows full well, but he was always spectacularly good at denial.)
There's a quick nod, offering him a small smile. ]
Um. Yeah. I mean- it's great, not that I have standards. [ A pause. ] Wait, that came out wrong, I— [ He sighs, scrubs his hands over his face. C'mon. ]
Sorry. It's- it's just fine, thanks for, um. Inviting me in.
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It was just for one night...
[It's not often he welcomes other people into his shabby home. In fact, it's never—he tolerates them at best, and ignores them at worst. This guest, however, seemed... well, they were some kind of pitiful out on the street. His dirt-floor cellar isn't much better, but at least it has a ceiling and only a limited draft. It isn't raining in here, anyway. Maybe they'll entertain him for a while.]
See, much better in here. Is it up to your standards?
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How did he get here? To following others home?
(—he knows full well, but he was always spectacularly good at denial.)
There's a quick nod, offering him a small smile. ]
Um. Yeah. I mean- it's great, not that I have standards. [ A pause. ] Wait, that came out wrong, I— [ He sighs, scrubs his hands over his face. C'mon. ]
Sorry. It's- it's just fine, thanks for, um. Inviting me in.