Adjunctive: Bedding In

[rekindledtitan]

It’s been a couple days since Steve ran into the representatives (and proprietors) of Lucina Envirotech at the fair. He hasn’t heard much since then aside from Gil texting him with a friendly ‘thanks again for your help, it was nice meeting you’. And with the excitement of the fair over, their scenic little town has settled back into its quiet routine. No word on how the would-be tech entrepreneurs are getting on with proselytising to the old farmhands of Robinwood. But he is going to get a message about mid-morning then, while the sun is shining in through the windows.

Hi, Steve. Bryn and I are planning to get some lunch at the Bluebird Grill. Would you like to join us?

And immediately after:

No pressure if you can’t make it or you don’t want to. It’s just if you were in town and felt like it.

(And then nothing, because Bryn has intervened and taken his phone away.)

Comments

[juststeverogers]

"A far cry from the apartment I used to have in Brooklyn, that's for damn sure." Steve's become rather fond of the animal neighbors he's seemed to accumulate. Critters that drift in and about his yard chewing on all kinds of plants. "Though if I can ever get my stamina up for spring, I could have a garden if I wanted, and that's a tempting thought."

Didn't really happen this year, but maybe next.

"Yeah, most of the options for renting are...not great, from what I've heard. I take it you two didn't much care for the place you'd scoped out?"

[rekindledtitan]

Gil's eyes light up at mention of a garden, and he nods enthusiastically until Steve reminds him of their viewings; then he grimaces.

"No... not really. We weren't expecting anywhere too spacious but the kitchen facilities weren't, uh, ideal and Bryn didn't like the look of the weatherproofing. And I think the landlord got the wrong idea about the two of us. I tried saying we were foster siblings but I don't think he believed me."

"Should've," Bryn comments. "It's practically true."

[juststeverogers]

The wrong idea, huh. Meaning potentially only one bedroom. Steve can't help but to wince.

"The only reason I was able to afford a house out here was because my late great-aunt owned it, and her daughter agreed to sell it to me at below-market price. Even still, I'll be paying it off until I'm damn near dead. It needs renovations too, but I'm pretty slow at DIY projects. Only one of me, and my great-aunt raised her kids and grandkids in that place." Not a lot of free time, even less energy.

"T'd been looking at rental properties in this general area before, but couldn't ever find anything that looked worth the price." Steve gets it, he does. But what he's describing sounds like a house too big for one person with too many projects needing done that Steve can't really do himself.