@rohry - Closed Starter
He knows Rory from the food truck - the one Asa's visited (maybe) quite often lately. There's something nostalgic about it. The feeling of home, even if said home cast him away and treated him like shit. It doesn't help that Rory's been so kind, too. So when he ran into him at the supermarket, and the younger man had offered to help him carry his groceries home... well, he wasn't about to refuse.
Especially if it meant Rory could meet the cats. Maybe come in for a coffee or tea. But as the weather gets worse and worse, Asa's starting to think this might've been a bad idea. "Here, get inside-" He pulls the door open so they can finally escape the windy cold, shivering and brushing snow from his coat. "Thank you, I... I didn't expect it to be this bad out." His flat is an eclectic marvel of little paintings and art pieces, repurposed furniture - cozy, warm. Very artsy. And cats sleeping or stretching as they realize they have a guest. "Come sit, please... maybe we can wait it out."
