[ There's not much for Rowan to do while he waits for Will. His own side of the room is pretty Spartan. A year as a scythe's apprentice broke any materialistic streak he might have had in him, and then another year as a vigilante kept it so. It's habit by now not to own anything more than what he needs, as well as to take care of what he has.
His clothes are neatly folded away and the only other material possession to his name -- his leather bound, actual paper journal -- is stashed in his underwear drawer.
So the place is clean when he hears Will come a-knocking. He's quick to the door to let him in. ]
[ It didn't take too long for Will to make his way over to Rowan's place. Standing at the door for a good long while, considering knocking or ringing the bell or just turning and walking away? As he thought about it, he found his body acting without confirmation and wrapped his knuckles on the door loudly.
His cheat pounded heavily for a few breaths. Uttering under his breath at himself. ]
What are you doing, Will... what am I even doing...
[ Running nervous fingers through his hair before pacing a little and turning as if he was going to leave, before spinning back around and facing the door... Nope, turning around again, his back to the door now, just shaking his head. ]
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[ it actually is good to know too, it says a lot about his character, makes it easier for Will.]
I'll be right over.
For the drinks and company that is.
I should have said I'd be coming over now if it wasn't clear.
005-D got it
[ he's already got the bottles in a carrier by the door... What, its not like he thought about this for a while before texting or anything...]
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His clothes are neatly folded away and the only other material possession to his name -- his leather bound, actual paper journal -- is stashed in his underwear drawer.
So the place is clean when he hears Will come a-knocking. He's quick to the door to let him in. ]
Hey.
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His cheat pounded heavily for a few breaths. Uttering under his breath at himself. ]
What are you doing, Will... what am I even doing...
[ Running nervous fingers through his hair before pacing a little and turning as if he was going to leave, before spinning back around and facing the door... Nope, turning around again, his back to the door now, just shaking his head. ]
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The young man frowns and tentatively reaches out to touch the other's shoulder. ]
Hey... everything alright?