It's something of a grand end of terrace, this big, old house in the farthest corner of Cellar Door. It isn't his, not really, but it's where he's living. And after everything he went through with Cloverfield and living in a hole for a while, this is pretty good.. even if the house is a little out of sorts emotionally right now.
Without Hunk and who knows where Lance is, Bolin trots down the old, groaning steps to answer, pulling the heavy door open and stopping with surprise.
"Oh-"
Her again. Not bad, again, but they do keep running into each other.
She held up a finger, dramatically, when he spoke.
"I owe you a drink! Let's go!"
Because that's how she says hello to people she kind of likes but hasn't figured that part out yet, really. Life sorts into two categories: allies and enemies. With a small circle for 'mother' off in a corner. And a very tiny one labelled 'friends' that is still very new and with a lot of question marks. There isn't yet room for anything else.
Things are complicated on Bolin's side as well. There's a lot going on and honestly? He isn't sure how to deal with it.
Just keep going, he supposes, though it's been feeling a bit aimless as of late.
"Uh- yeah. Yeah, okay."
He leans back in to grab his keys and closes the door behind him as he comes out into the road. Pabu chitters as he bounces along on the ground before scaling Bolin's body and up onto his shoulder.
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Without Hunk and who knows where Lance is, Bolin trots down the old, groaning steps to answer, pulling the heavy door open and stopping with surprise.
"Oh-"
Her again. Not bad, again, but they do keep running into each other.
"Delilah. What, uh. Why are you here?"
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"I owe you a drink! Let's go!"
Because that's how she says hello to people she kind of likes but hasn't figured that part out yet, really. Life sorts into two categories: allies and enemies. With a small circle for 'mother' off in a corner. And a very tiny one labelled 'friends' that is still very new and with a lot of question marks. There isn't yet room for anything else.
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Just keep going, he supposes, though it's been feeling a bit aimless as of late.
"Uh- yeah. Yeah, okay."
He leans back in to grab his keys and closes the door behind him as he comes out into the road. Pabu chitters as he bounces along on the ground before scaling Bolin's body and up onto his shoulder.
"Is everything alright?"
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"Well! Hello there! Who are you, you cute little thing? I'm sure I have a treat on me somewhere...he likes meat, yes? I had some for the lion..."
She does all this while waving it away.
"Don't like owing things. You're confusing. Always in my way, but also cute. Need to figure it out. And stop owing you."
As if saying all that cleared anything up, really.