town RP

Kaitlyn: hello! Puts Pantalaimon on her head. I'm kaitlyn.

 

*lifts an eyebrow but doesn't appear to be fazed*

I'm Fox. Just moving in.

 

Kaitlyn: do you need some help? I've read books on moving! Never really done it though.

 

*Motions for John to start moving, shoulders aching from overuse and general soreness from old accidents*

That'd be... Really really great. There's a box under the window in the kitchen if you don't mind taking that upstairs to the bathroom.

 

Kaitlyn: okidoki. Takes the box to the bathroom. Anything else?

 

*Set the couch down against the wall in the living room, stretching my back*

I just gotta move in the table and my mattress. And if you knew anywhere that sells secondhand bed frames that'd be amazing.

 

Kaitlyn: walks back to where they are. bed frame? I have one in my attic.

 

*Closes my eyes for a moment, face upturned towards the ceiling*

I don't know you, but I could hug you right now.

 

Kaitlyn: ok.. Well my name is kaitlyn and I have a pet pine martin named Pantalaimon. Ermmm I like to read. I'm an artist and a detective and I live at 221 baker street. So yeah. Now you know me.

 

What's a pine Martin? I have a dog but I couldn't bring him with me.

*Opens one light green eye and looks at Kaitlyn*

 

Kaitlyn: this is a pine Martin points ontop of her head

 

*shrugs* Oh okay. Well, we should probably get the rest of the stuff in... And then I'm going to try and retrieve my dog...


(here's her dog

I don't have a lot of photos of him so)

 

Kaitlyn: takes the table inside and puts in down inside her house.

 

*gets the mattress inside and leaves it in the living room, pulling a grey sheet over it and piling pillows and a wool blanket on top of it. I sit down for a moment, burying my face in my hands and sighing raggedly*

 

Kaitlyn: comes back with the bed frame in the back of her pick up. You ok?

 

*Rubs my eyes with the backs of my wrists and shrugs*

I'm okay.

 

Kaitlyn: helps her set up the bed and bed frame.

 

Thanks... You were a lot of help.

*offers my hand*

I have to try and get my dog back but I should be home in an hour or two.

 

Kaitlyn: I hope you can get your dog!

 

Me too, me too.

*I let Kaitlyn down the stairs first and follow, grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter and locking the door behind us*