[ At this point, he can't tell if Uryuu is shy or just. Not good with people. He'll give him a little more time (and observation) before he makes any hard decisions.
Still, he can't help the slight eyebrow raise that happens when Uryuu looks down to his bag and then back again. That's it, that has to be all his belongings. Well, he's a light packer at least, something he can appreciate. ]
All my personal things, yeah. Place comes with furniture and I brought dishes; I left them alone in case you wanted input.
[ Arthur nods towards the nearby kitchen and the cramped living area that adjoins it. There's a couch, a chair, a coffee table, side table, and some weird floor lamp that's all backed against the wall. In the kitchen, dishes and cups are set out on the island, ready to be placed away. ]
[ Dishes. He thinks of the single plate, cup, and bowl in his bag, the few pairs of chopsticks and other assorted, limited utensils. Even before he'd moved out of Ryuuken's house, it had been difficult to think of anything within it as his, even as shared. After his mother died, he'd felt more and more like a visitor, and an unwelcome one at that.
It will take some adjusting, he can see -- more than he'd appreciated when opting for cost efficiency. Living with another person. Even if they rarely see one another. Close quarters and shared amenities. Practical adjustment as well as semantic, conceptual.
He's been on his own for so long, confronting the facts of company, the visible evidence of it -- his gaze following that nod, absorbing the provisions both provided and bought -- feels akin to the shock of a heated interior, when stepping in from the cold. ]
I don't have any input.
[ He hadn't thought to, doesn't know where to begin. But -- he can guess at the proper question, or one of them. It isn't one he wants to ask, exposing his total ignorance in this area, but better to be vulnerable than rude. ]
[ Shock seems to pass through Uryuu and Arthur has to remember that this is probably his first time really out on his own. Even if he was independent-minded, he was a few years younger, coming to school fresh.
It's also probably his first time living with anyone outside of the family. He stops himself before he tries to analyze any further. They'd just met. Shrugging, he smiles a little, attempting friendly even if his default is somewhere closer to impassive. ]
Alright, I'll let you know where I decide to put them.
[ And now it's his turn to be shocked. Arthur's eyebrows go up a fraction and he waves off the question. ]
Don't worry about it. I was living close by, before. Just brought things I liked. [ A beat. ] Room's this way– took one of the closets already; just let me know if you need me to move anything.
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Date: 2017-10-25 07:19 am (UTC)Still, he can't help the slight eyebrow raise that happens when Uryuu looks down to his bag and then back again. That's it, that has to be all his belongings. Well, he's a light packer at least, something he can appreciate. ]
All my personal things, yeah. Place comes with furniture and I brought dishes; I left them alone in case you wanted input.
[ Arthur nods towards the nearby kitchen and the cramped living area that adjoins it. There's a couch, a chair, a coffee table, side table, and some weird floor lamp that's all backed against the wall. In the kitchen, dishes and cups are set out on the island, ready to be placed away. ]
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Date: 2017-10-26 09:49 pm (UTC)It will take some adjusting, he can see -- more than he'd appreciated when opting for cost efficiency. Living with another person. Even if they rarely see one another. Close quarters and shared amenities. Practical adjustment as well as semantic, conceptual.
He's been on his own for so long, confronting the facts of company, the visible evidence of it -- his gaze following that nod, absorbing the provisions both provided and bought -- feels akin to the shock of a heated interior, when stepping in from the cold. ]
I don't have any input.
[ He hadn't thought to, doesn't know where to begin. But -- he can guess at the proper question, or one of them. It isn't one he wants to ask, exposing his total ignorance in this area, but better to be vulnerable than rude. ]
Should I have brought something?
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Date: 2017-11-07 07:09 am (UTC)It's also probably his first time living with anyone outside of the family. He stops himself before he tries to analyze any further. They'd just met. Shrugging, he smiles a little, attempting friendly even if his default is somewhere closer to impassive. ]
Alright, I'll let you know where I decide to put them.
[ And now it's his turn to be shocked. Arthur's eyebrows go up a fraction and he waves off the question. ]
Don't worry about it. I was living close by, before. Just brought things I liked. [ A beat. ] Room's this way– took one of the closets already; just let me know if you need me to move anything.