that needs to come up?” North asked studying the built -ins on either side of the electric fireplace. The thing was actually pumping out a decent amount of heat for a fake but I doubt North noticed the difference.
“There’s a moving truck out the main door. You should have seen it pulling in. If you want to pull it up to the side door then my books still need to come up, and the rest of my clothes. There’s a surround sound too and a desktop computer. My laptop is over at the house and a duffel bag of clothes but that can stay over there for now.”
“I’ll get right on it.”
It wasn’t as stressful as I had anticipated it would be. North took direction well, for the most part, and he didn’t seem overly concerned with the amount of books he had to cart up the stairs. It took him an hour of back and forth to empty the rest of the truck and then he helped unpack.
“You don’t have any dishes.” He commented when he went for a glass of water. He dipped his head and drank from the spigot instead.
“Um, I think there may be extra at the house. I didn’t really think of it. I know Avala said something this morning about extra pans.” I answered from where I was putting away books. I had hooked up the surround sound as soon as it was in the apartment and now some jazz number wept through the speakers.
“ I’ve got a little pottery set up over at my place. Dishes are something I’m good at. I can bring you some as a house warming gift.”
I looked up from my stack of books and tipped my head studying him as he came back into the room to arrange CDs on the opposite built in. I tried to imagine seeing him sit at a pottery wheel. The image just didn’t fit. “I can’t see it.” I said finally.
“Can’t see what?” He wasn’t looking at me but reading the CDs as he put them up. Some of the music I knew was obscure. But I enjoyed different things. I wondered if he did too with the way he seemed to make mental note of each one he studied.
“Can’t see you sitting at a pottery wheel sculpting ,” I answered. “It doesn’t quite mesh with the farm boy, ice skater imagine I have of you.”
“ Got to eat. And you need something to eat off of.” North rolled his shoulders. “It relaxes me. My brothers can be, and have been, huge pains in my ass. It’s where I can go and be alone and create whatever I want without them harping. I’ve made decorative bowls, and urns, and lamps. I’ve got molds I’ve made myself as well; I don’t just sit at a wheel but I can. I’ve got a website that Wesley keeps tabs on, because I can never remember to.”
“If you don’t mind, I think your dishes sound great. If I know Avala , she’ll give me the ugly miss matched plaid and floral ones.”
“Plaid and floral?”
“I think it was a phase Ma went through.” I replied easily. “It’s really, really ugly.”
“I bet.” North looked around. “You don’t have any movies here.”
“On the computer. I watch from the desktop usually. Dad wouldn’t let me have any of the TVs.”
“I’m pretty sure we might have an extra.”
“I think Morgaine mentioned something about having an extra too.”
“She’s probably going to bring one back from the community. One hand washes the other.” North set the last CD on the shelf. “I think I’m done here, cap. What’s next?”
I looked around. It was starting to look lived in. It felt better than I thought it would. “Just clothes to fold and hang up, but I have this funny feeling that if I do it, Avala will be over tomorrow to redo it.”
“I’m not much for folding, but I can hang pretty well.”
“Why are you doing all this?” I asked sitting back in the chair North had insisted I drag over to the shelves. I doubted he wanted to help me situate my place. Guys, at least all the ones I had known, didn’t do stuff like that. “Being neighborly, even friendly is one thing but this feels above and beyond.” I thanked my father for the rudeness
“There’s a moving truck out the main door. You should have seen it pulling in. If you want to pull it up to the side door then my books still need to come up, and the rest of my clothes. There’s a surround sound too and a desktop computer. My laptop is over at the house and a duffel bag of clothes but that can stay over there for now.”
“I’ll get right on it.”
It wasn’t as stressful as I had anticipated it would be. North took direction well, for the most part, and he didn’t seem overly concerned with the amount of books he had to cart up the stairs. It took him an hour of back and forth to empty the rest of the truck and then he helped unpack.
“You don’t have any dishes.” He commented when he went for a glass of water. He dipped his head and drank from the spigot instead.
“Um, I think there may be extra at the house. I didn’t really think of it. I know Avala said something this morning about extra pans.” I answered from where I was putting away books. I had hooked up the surround sound as soon as it was in the apartment and now some jazz number wept through the speakers.
“ I’ve got a little pottery set up over at my place. Dishes are something I’m good at. I can bring you some as a house warming gift.”
I looked up from my stack of books and tipped my head studying him as he came back into the room to arrange CDs on the opposite built in. I tried to imagine seeing him sit at a pottery wheel. The image just didn’t fit. “I can’t see it.” I said finally.
“Can’t see what?” He wasn’t looking at me but reading the CDs as he put them up. Some of the music I knew was obscure. But I enjoyed different things. I wondered if he did too with the way he seemed to make mental note of each one he studied.
“Can’t see you sitting at a pottery wheel sculpting ,” I answered. “It doesn’t quite mesh with the farm boy, ice skater imagine I have of you.”
“ Got to eat. And you need something to eat off of.” North rolled his shoulders. “It relaxes me. My brothers can be, and have been, huge pains in my ass. It’s where I can go and be alone and create whatever I want without them harping. I’ve made decorative bowls, and urns, and lamps. I’ve got molds I’ve made myself as well; I don’t just sit at a wheel but I can. I’ve got a website that Wesley keeps tabs on, because I can never remember to.”
“If you don’t mind, I think your dishes sound great. If I know Avala , she’ll give me the ugly miss matched plaid and floral ones.”
“Plaid and floral?”
“I think it was a phase Ma went through.” I replied easily. “It’s really, really ugly.”
“I bet.” North looked around. “You don’t have any movies here.”
“On the computer. I watch from the desktop usually. Dad wouldn’t let me have any of the TVs.”
“I’m pretty sure we might have an extra.”
“I think Morgaine mentioned something about having an extra too.”
“She’s probably going to bring one back from the community. One hand washes the other.” North set the last CD on the shelf. “I think I’m done here, cap. What’s next?”
I looked around. It was starting to look lived in. It felt better than I thought it would. “Just clothes to fold and hang up, but I have this funny feeling that if I do it, Avala will be over tomorrow to redo it.”
“I’m not much for folding, but I can hang pretty well.”
“Why are you doing all this?” I asked sitting back in the chair North had insisted I drag over to the shelves. I doubted he wanted to help me situate my place. Guys, at least all the ones I had known, didn’t do stuff like that. “Being neighborly, even friendly is one thing but this feels above and beyond.” I thanked my father for the rudeness
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