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The last couple of people from the small party the night before were on their way out, and Ruka was quietly trying to gather up the last of the trash and game cords from the night before. The two roommates who were mostly responsible for gathering were hungover and sleeping, and the other two were already away at work. He picked up the last couple of glasses in his right hand, and shuffled on over to the kitchen to deposit them quietly into the sink. He poured himself a second cup of coffee with no fixings and took a moment to survey the living room from behind the counter.
The late morning sun coming in through the bay window made the dust glimmer in the air, and reflected off the glass coffee table. Their single black house cat, Lucifer, stretched happily into the light. The large cat was usually invisible against the worn leather of the couch, nested in the pile of blankets and quirky throw pillows. By no means was this historic house fancy or nice, but it was comfortable and safe. His roommates didn't realize how good they had it. He would take these creaky wooden floors, unreliable hot water, and dishwasher-less house any day compared to what he had grown up with. Had he known such luxury would be in his future, he would have made a few different choices in his life.
He took a long drink of his bitter coffee, and pulled his phone out of his back pocket and set it on the kitchen table. His friend's friend was on her way, apparently. He sighed through his nose, wishing he was a little more awake before having to interact with people. He heard a roommate move around upstairs, and decided it was time to head into the garage. He grabbed his phone and mug and stepped into some slippers before leaving out the side door. It was a little chilly for some worn down jeans and just a plain, dark blue long sleeved t-shirt.
With a bit of effort, he unlocked the gates on the driveway so Luna could bring her bike straight to the garage. It wasn't the best neighborhood by any means, but it was near campus and the neighborhood wasn't blighted with arson and empty houses. He opened the old, rusty garage door, letting the sunlight spill inside. One car was parked in there, along with his mounted motorcycle that was being fixed up, and several street bikes. The other half of the garage was dedicated to a large workbench, full of tools and bins for bits and parts. He groaned and looked at the mess on his work bench, and then around the floor, looking for the things he would realistically need today.
As an afterthought, he cleared off an old chair in the corner that was piled with a few different things he set on the floor next to the bench. He dusted it off with a stained rag and set it off to the side for the stranger, confident that he would be able to fix her problem in under an hour. He didn't exactly want to invite her inside and leave her alone, or at the mercy of his roommates. Nor did he want her to feel uncomfortable by any oddities around his house that likely appeared to be very out of context or worrying to mainstream people. Hopefully she would find him capable, even if he didn't quite specialize in bikes. Lucifer came trotting out around back and hopped up on the chair to supervise Ruka's work in the meantime.
Chordling
The late morning sun coming in through the bay window made the dust glimmer in the air, and reflected off the glass coffee table. Their single black house cat, Lucifer, stretched happily into the light. The large cat was usually invisible against the worn leather of the couch, nested in the pile of blankets and quirky throw pillows. By no means was this historic house fancy or nice, but it was comfortable and safe. His roommates didn't realize how good they had it. He would take these creaky wooden floors, unreliable hot water, and dishwasher-less house any day compared to what he had grown up with. Had he known such luxury would be in his future, he would have made a few different choices in his life.
He took a long drink of his bitter coffee, and pulled his phone out of his back pocket and set it on the kitchen table. His friend's friend was on her way, apparently. He sighed through his nose, wishing he was a little more awake before having to interact with people. He heard a roommate move around upstairs, and decided it was time to head into the garage. He grabbed his phone and mug and stepped into some slippers before leaving out the side door. It was a little chilly for some worn down jeans and just a plain, dark blue long sleeved t-shirt.
With a bit of effort, he unlocked the gates on the driveway so Luna could bring her bike straight to the garage. It wasn't the best neighborhood by any means, but it was near campus and the neighborhood wasn't blighted with arson and empty houses. He opened the old, rusty garage door, letting the sunlight spill inside. One car was parked in there, along with his mounted motorcycle that was being fixed up, and several street bikes. The other half of the garage was dedicated to a large workbench, full of tools and bins for bits and parts. He groaned and looked at the mess on his work bench, and then around the floor, looking for the things he would realistically need today.
As an afterthought, he cleared off an old chair in the corner that was piled with a few different things he set on the floor next to the bench. He dusted it off with a stained rag and set it off to the side for the stranger, confident that he would be able to fix her problem in under an hour. He didn't exactly want to invite her inside and leave her alone, or at the mercy of his roommates. Nor did he want her to feel uncomfortable by any oddities around his house that likely appeared to be very out of context or worrying to mainstream people. Hopefully she would find him capable, even if he didn't quite specialize in bikes. Lucifer came trotting out around back and hopped up on the chair to supervise Ruka's work in the meantime.
Chordling
