[ Fraser glances around as if seeing the house for the very first time: the large living area with its comfortable sofa and chairs, the kitchen large enough for a table where five or six might comfortably sit. ]
It was Heartman's home first. He invited me to stay with him a few weeks after we both arrived. Really, it's a great deal more space than I'm used to, but the company has been extremely welcome.
[ Chicago aside, it's more civilization than he's used to; the whole town is. If he were living on his own, he would have chosen lodging more like his father's hunting cabin: something small and simple. Or he might have stayed camping out in the woods... although with the strange fogs and other odd happenings in this place, there have been nights where he's been grateful to have a roof over his head.
Still, his own room — tucked away towards the back of the house and unlikely to ever be seen by a visitor — is far more spartan than the rest. He came with very little and has collected less since arriving.
He sets the water to heat and comes back to join the other man in the living area, politely gesturing to him to take a seat before sitting down himself on one of the chairs. Fraser leans forward to rest his forearms comfortably on his thighs, fingers loosely laced, and gives Vasiliy his full attention, courteous. ]
And, of course, the location is beneficial when it comes to getting visitors, being so close to the town center. But I admit I'm curious about what prompted your visit, Vasiliy. Is there something Heartman or I can help you with?
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[ Fraser glances around as if seeing the house for the very first time: the large living area with its comfortable sofa and chairs, the kitchen large enough for a table where five or six might comfortably sit. ]
It was Heartman's home first. He invited me to stay with him a few weeks after we both arrived. Really, it's a great deal more space than I'm used to, but the company has been extremely welcome.
[ Chicago aside, it's more civilization than he's used to; the whole town is. If he were living on his own, he would have chosen lodging more like his father's hunting cabin: something small and simple. Or he might have stayed camping out in the woods... although with the strange fogs and other odd happenings in this place, there have been nights where he's been grateful to have a roof over his head.
Still, his own room — tucked away towards the back of the house and unlikely to ever be seen by a visitor — is far more spartan than the rest. He came with very little and has collected less since arriving.
He sets the water to heat and comes back to join the other man in the living area, politely gesturing to him to take a seat before sitting down himself on one of the chairs. Fraser leans forward to rest his forearms comfortably on his thighs, fingers loosely laced, and gives Vasiliy his full attention, courteous. ]
And, of course, the location is beneficial when it comes to getting visitors, being so close to the town center. But I admit I'm curious about what prompted your visit, Vasiliy. Is there something Heartman or I can help you with?