07-23-2018, 11:53 AM
He took in a huge breath as she answered the door. His tail was held close to his body and his ears flicked to and back.
"I- I’m ready to tell you now." He said in a low tone, looking down at his paws then back at her. Dimitri gestured for her to follow him, heading to his cabin. He was taking deep breathes, keeping himself in control and siking himself up. They arrived at the door.
"Okay, okay- you can do this." Deep breath. Stay in charge.
He opened the door.
The cabin was somewhat easily divided. Dimitri had thrown out the bed frame by now, and was sleeping in the basket against the far wall, right about where the sun shined in the morning. Dimitri himself didn’t have that many possessions- his space was sacrificed for his alters.
On the far right corner was a folded blanket and a book shelf, about half full of titles. On the right wall was a rectangular coffee table. On the left side of that was a few bottles of whiskey. On the right, Delta had five books- the 48 Laws of Power, Th Art of War, and three similar titles. She also had a small collection of knives, battle plans, and strategies. On the right corner, by the door, was Daisy’s desk. She had her paintings hung up on the wall, most notably, a group painting, with different colors symbolizing everyone. Half of the painting had rips in them, as if they had been taken down in a hurry.
Donovan had developed his front left corner a little more. There was a little table there now, too. He had poetry written, the pansexual flag hung in a vase, and a bottle of perfume.
Darby had taken the left wall, where he had stunting plans laid out on another table and something about “skiing” whatever that was.
Divertimento has taken the last corner. There wasn’t a table there yet, but the tom had taken a few board games and a checkers board sat on the floor.
A small detail- they all had different handwriting.
"Okay, okay..." He gave her a little time to take in the room.
"Just... let me know when you’re ready."
"I- I’m ready to tell you now." He said in a low tone, looking down at his paws then back at her. Dimitri gestured for her to follow him, heading to his cabin. He was taking deep breathes, keeping himself in control and siking himself up. They arrived at the door.
"Okay, okay- you can do this." Deep breath. Stay in charge.
He opened the door.
The cabin was somewhat easily divided. Dimitri had thrown out the bed frame by now, and was sleeping in the basket against the far wall, right about where the sun shined in the morning. Dimitri himself didn’t have that many possessions- his space was sacrificed for his alters.
On the far right corner was a folded blanket and a book shelf, about half full of titles. On the right wall was a rectangular coffee table. On the left side of that was a few bottles of whiskey. On the right, Delta had five books- the 48 Laws of Power, Th Art of War, and three similar titles. She also had a small collection of knives, battle plans, and strategies. On the right corner, by the door, was Daisy’s desk. She had her paintings hung up on the wall, most notably, a group painting, with different colors symbolizing everyone. Half of the painting had rips in them, as if they had been taken down in a hurry.
Donovan had developed his front left corner a little more. There was a little table there now, too. He had poetry written, the pansexual flag hung in a vase, and a bottle of perfume.
Darby had taken the left wall, where he had stunting plans laid out on another table and something about “skiing” whatever that was.
Divertimento has taken the last corner. There wasn’t a table there yet, but the tom had taken a few board games and a checkers board sat on the floor.
A small detail- they all had different handwriting.
"Okay, okay..." He gave her a little time to take in the room.
"Just... let me know when you’re ready."