Moving Out || Open
It was about damn time he moved out of that goddess-forsaken apartment. Now, he could start a small garden without worrying about messing everything up. Plus, he could provide Elli with some fresh veggies to sort of... tide things over if he messed up. He had several boxes in hand and was trying, with variable success, to go down the stairs and put it into the moving truck. Elli had moved in a few days before him, but he’d been on a trip back home to take care of his father for the past few weeks. Which, meant Elli had been running the shop for him. It wasn’t that he was particularly close with Elli, but rather that she was the one he knew the best in this part of the world. He knew her to be true, honest, and best of all, loyal. So, as long as he didn’t royally mess things up, he knew she’d pretty much always be on his side and because of this, a really really good choice in roommate and friend. While he was thinking about this, however, he was not paying attention to where his feet were falling and he missed the next step by a couple inches and started tumbling down the stairs, finally reaching the bottom as a heap of man and boxes and things, his plants and clothes scattered on the ground around him.
This...was definitely not a good omen.












