Moving In

[very_sharpe]

Thomas stretched after setting down a box of books in the living room. He'd gotten everything out of the apartment, and most of his boxes were in the spare room for now, to be sorted at his leisure. Important things had already been put in appropriate rooms: clothes were in the bedroom, a few boxes of books down here to put away wherever they would fit. His desk had gone up in the spare room; the rats were currently settled in Saoirse's room. He was quite grateful that the little girl liked them and that Greta was allowing them in her house. He wasn't sure he'd ever get her to warm up to them, but they were pets he could share with Saoirse.

He headed back out to make sure there was nothing left on the truck before he sent the driver on his way. That made things easier, at least - he'd hired a couple of men to help him get things out of the old apartment.

"Greta?" he called as he moved into the kitchen. He had a small box of things in there. He'd just sort of packed everything, figuring he would deal with getting rid of things later.

"I got rid of most of my dishes, except the mugs you said you liked, but I wasn't sure about some of these other things."

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[andhiswife]

Greta's own moving-in had been a bit more piecemeal than this, and it's a little overwhelming to have almost all of Thomas's things arrive in one fell swoop. Some had come earlier -- she'd suggested a sort of dry run, him bringing just enough to last a week or so, on the off chance things went horribly -- but not much. And she knows this is the sensible way to handle it (and far less likely to result in back strain), but it's still rather a lot to handle at once.

She's surveying the boxes in the spare room, wondering if there's a more efficient way to arrange them, when she hears Thomas call from the kitchen. A brief, giddy grin lights her face as she heads towards him -- he lives here; it's official -- but she manages to rein it back into a smile by the time she reaches the kitchen.

"Hm?" She absently runs a hand over his back as she moves to stand beside him and face the box in question. "Well, let's have a look, then." It might just be things she has already, but spares might be no bad thing. It's not as if she's already filled every cabinet to bursting, anyway.