“Nah, I figured I’d just let you drip everywhere until the hyperthermia set in,” Jensen replied, they dryness of his tone contrasted sharply by an ear-to-ear smart-ass grin.
Digging out his keys, Jensen opened the door and held it, waiting for Shaun to go first before following him into the hallway. It was dimly lit and leaned just short of being decrepit with the well-worn look of something that was old and falling apart, but being taken care of. He led Shaun down it a short ways, “Look out for that stack of newspapers,” and eventually stopped in front of another door. Unlocking it, he pushed it open.
“Welcome to my humble abode.”
The kitchen lay just beyond the door. The table was small and round, its uneven legs made steady by a thick book. A set of mismatched chairs sat around it. The appliances were varying degrees of old, though the majority looked like they had seen their glory days in the 70s. To the left was the bedroom/living room. A television sat on a small stand across from a battered, black sofa and tucked in the corner was a scratched up computer desk. The laptop that sat on it looked relatively new and was hooked up to a second monitor that was old, but in decent condition. A mattress on the floor served as a bed. Beyond the bedroom/living room was the bathroom.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll grab you a towel.”
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Date: 2014-09-27 10:45 pm (UTC)Digging out his keys, Jensen opened the door and held it, waiting for Shaun to go first before following him into the hallway. It was dimly lit and leaned just short of being decrepit with the well-worn look of something that was old and falling apart, but being taken care of. He led Shaun down it a short ways, “Look out for that stack of newspapers,” and eventually stopped in front of another door. Unlocking it, he pushed it open.
“Welcome to my humble abode.”
The kitchen lay just beyond the door. The table was small and round, its uneven legs made steady by a thick book. A set of mismatched chairs sat around it. The appliances were varying degrees of old, though the majority looked like they had seen their glory days in the 70s. To the left was the bedroom/living room. A television sat on a small stand across from a battered, black sofa and tucked in the corner was a scratched up computer desk. The laptop that sat on it looked relatively new and was hooked up to a second monitor that was old, but in decent condition. A mattress on the floor served as a bed. Beyond the bedroom/living room was the bathroom.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll grab you a towel.”