It was run down, but still a home. They had spoken about it long before deciding, but there were still some residual doubts. He did not want her to feel as though she were pressured, and a part of him wished he could provide more for her than just some run of the mill apartment. Granted, it was close to the University so that he did not have to sullenly take the bus and wedge between an unwashed Qunari and a boisterous child on his way to school, but, still, he wondered.
The apartment itself is salvageable, but the moment he slips his hands into his back pocket to pull out the keys and insert it into the door, the handle simply… falls off. Those cats, leashed and smug, stare up at him with flicking tails as if they sense the crack in his pride. In lieu of allowing the frustration to overwhelm, he laughs.
❝ Ir abelas, vhenan, ❞ a small thing, but he offers it anyway, his pride too great not to. The cats make themselves at home the moment they step in, although they are far too spoiled and upturn their noses at even the slightest sight of peeling wallpaper. ❝ Are you certain you will be comfortable here? ❞
A forced cough leaves her as an attempt to cover up a laugh that wanted to escape first. The cats quickly went to batting at the doorknob, frantic paws spazzing as they hit the cool rusty metal, until it made the drop down the stairs. This laugh came out too soon to be stifled. A cackle busted through her body at how terrible their apartment was already proving to be. She ran her hand up and down his bicep, still giggling, “Banal abelas, Vhenan, just be sure we write it down on that move in sheet so they don’t charge us.”
She followed him into the apartment, letting her cats loose to explore their new home. “Well, it holds plenty of opportunities to make it our own,” Enelya spoke softly, wandering into the monochromatic kitchen that seemed to have every visible surface the same dried, ancient, pale yellow paint coating it. “But it’s not like I was expecting an extravagant penthouse,” she continued, hoping to bring some comfort.
“What about you, are you going to be okay here?”
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