FLUFF BREAK

[acautionarytale]

Astrid hadn't been kidding when she said this house had plenty of room. It's a big, sprawling, two-storey... thing on a corner in a residential district that's slowly putting itself back together. Sure the place looks a little worn on the outside....

...But on the inside she's managed to make it an actual home. The place used to belong to a Loyalist couple who, sadly, no longer need it. Astrid has, interestingly, made a habit of appropriating abandoned Loyalist property, mainly because the current provisional governmant considers them forfeit. First come first served, and it seems the Fringe team won't ever have to pay for anything again in this area. So she moved out all the Loyalist propaganda and managed to get in some real furniture and decor. It's a warm and inviting and roomy place that needs explored.

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[acautionarytale]

She hasn't overdosed, really. In fact, she kind of misses it.

A giggle results. "Good thing I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy."

After a beat, she impulsively leans in and kisses his cheek. "I'm glad you're here, Donald."

[tookhishand]

Don't they all. He'd love to be watching goofy musicals with Walter again. Oh, the nostalgia.

"No shortage of meat and pepper as it is, I'd think." Observer restaurants were weird.

He's caught off guard when she does. It also drags out a smile. "Glad I chose to move into your home."

Was that really only this morning?

[acautionarytale]

It was, wasn't it? Then again, it was early this morning. Maybe they'll watch something later and Donald and Astrid will get to explain comedies to October.

"I'll be back in a little bit," she says. "Keep an eye on that kitten, he's a tiny terrorist."

Said kitten is, at this moment, chewing industriously on a curtain cord.

Astrid then bustles out of the room. There's a few noises from the kitchen and then the front door closes.

The kitten rolls about on the carpet. October snores. Exciting, no?

[tookhishand]

Her sudden departure makes him suspect he didn't react the way she hoped for. Who knows, who cares, there is kitten wrangling to be done. He's going to scoop Nutmeg up before the cord is bitten in half... and make his way into the kitchen.