upptildagsetning is back; now charminglybadcop has a walking stereo again.
Skorri blinked. When he had left, they hadn’t had air conditioning.
“Sorry. We ‘ave air conditioning now?”
He hasked, picking up one of his bags, rumaaging through it, and pulling a rather vibrant t-shirt, advertising a band obviously from Skorri’s homeland. He pulled it over his head, streched, and walked over to a knob on the walland turned it a bit so the AC turned on.
“You’ve been well, yeah Art’ur?”
He asked, pushing his suitcases and backpack near his bed, and setting his guitar on top.
Arthur followed and kept the conversation going.
"Of course we do; you’d know if you actually paid attention to any of the bills…" Arthur muttered under his breath as he leaned on the door and rolled his eyes. He looked around and noticed that he had left some of his more provocative vinyl covers near the night stand and quickly grabbed it before running back to the door and smiling casually.
"I er… I’ve been quite well, actually. I’m almost never here, though. It’s been a very busy past couple of weeks. The phone has been ringing off the hook and I sometimes even end up getting called at about two in the morning to fix something that even a toddler could most likely do in my place." He answered, looking back to the living room. The clock marked about 8 o’ clock. “Need any help unpacking or can I go plant my arse on the couch and watch some Sherlock?"
Skorri snickered.
"Ah, I see. It seems li' ya must be pretty tired when ya do get home 'en."
He waved Arthur's offer off.
"Nei, I can get'em myself. I don' 'ave tha' much."
He said, taking his guitar and pushing it under his bed. He then proceeded to take his clothing and he like out of his bags, putting them in the drawers of his old dresser. He took the smaller bag, which contained his toothbrush and the like, and set them in the bathroom. Then he walked over to the couch and sat down next to Arthur.
"Didn't take much."
He said, a grin on his face.
