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house plans [Gill / Chase]

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“Ah, nothing major I guess– looks like you’re really busy, eh?” Chase replied, leaning a little more to spy the handwriting but clearly struggling to read it from the upside down position he was viewing it from. It didn’t hold his interest enough to keep trying, being much more interested in taking the man away from his focus to have all that attention to himself instead.

“Hm, ah– I don’t know. I thought you might have some free time to do something for me,” he started, a smirk working its way onto his face as if against his own will to be enjoying the game. “Nothing major, if you’re really busy. Just something I was hoping to do today. But I guess I can deal with it for now…”

He sighed heavily, exaggeratedly; leaning off of his hands on the desk and dropping heavily into the guest chair directly in front of it, taking a moment to settle himself in and sink down to get very comfortable. A little more time to cross his hands over his chest and smile, fingers intertwined and eyes locked on the blond’s face. Enough time to let Gill’s hand be finished with writing whatever thing he might be trying to fit in that small space. Enough time to frustrate him and be sure that he was the sole focus of his attention. Enough time to build some suspense, before starting in oh-so-casually:

“So– wanna sell me a house?”

“Always busy, yes,” he replied, as mechanical and quiet as a well-oiled engine. “Which is why I’d suggest getting right to the point, if I were you.”

Free time was really not something Gill often had in abundance, and not something he either made or gave away easily— so there was something about Chase asking for this already precious commodity that nearly pulled a dark frown from his features. The nerve Chase had, asking for that! Gill felt an enormous sigh build up in his chest; it was everything he could do to to keep from expelling it in frustration, to instead glance up at the other man with a continued, level stare.

The final drop did little to impress him; it did, however, cause Gill to quirk a brow. Just one, and just slightly.

“You don’t mean rent?” He set his pen down, though his posture remained frozen in place - unwilling to commit to the conversation in full, still half hoping that it might dissolve on its own if he doesn’t pay it much mind. “We don’t sell houses to those not interested in making Castanet a permanent residence.”

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house plans [Gill / Chase]

There was never much planning involved in Chase’s actions. He usually went along with what was easier at the time, non-action being most easy until something either interested him or forced his hand - the larger the effort and payout, the harder it was for him to push the attempt. He’d spent some time at Castanet before finding himself actually inclined to stay, much to his own surprise, and the intensity of his interest made him shy to admit to anyone.

But now seemed about the right time. Having some extra money and a now steady job almost made him feel like he was ready for a home.

And so Chase settled his hands against the desk in town hall, more quiet than usual as he leaned forward on it to see what had distracted the occupant of the desk so much as to ignore his entrance.

“G’morning, Gill–” he started, playfully leaning just a bit farther into his hands against the desk as though trying to encourage the blond to ask him what he was so eager to talk about. He tried to keep it all inside, but his expression wasn’t able to completely hide that he was scheming something.