[ Oh, god, this just got simultaneously worse and better. There's a small moment in which Desmond has to sit and think on how to put this. C'mon, man, you took a crash course on how to get throw 15th centuring Italy, this should be a piece of cake.
...yeah no. ]
It means you can come and stay with me for a while.
[ Considering there is a contained fire on the stove.
[Connor silently considers this for a while. He treats the phone much as he would conversation, which means long silences while he contemplates answers.]
Is there space for me to sleep? I have my bedroll, but I do prefer a bed to it.
[ Honestly, Desmond doesn't blame him. Some people are careful about what they say, so the long silence doesn't bother him. He patiently waits through it. ]
I've got a fold out couch? [ Er-- ] The couch folds out into a bed.
[ That may or may not actually be big enough. ]
It's probably not the most comfortable thing in the world, but I don't really have a spare room or anything...
[Not fitting on things is hardly a problem exclusive to Eudio for him. Since his last growth spurt, Connor hasn't fitted anything very comfortably unless it's been made for him.]
[ Geez, Desmond's almost afraid of how much Connor actually eats just to keep up with day to day life, if he hasn't been able to fit on anything for that long.
Honestly, though, he finds himself a little amused more than worried. Having Connor around would give him something to do. Something constructive. ]
No, but do not worry about it. I will be there shortly.
[The phone disconnects, because he's worked out that much.
And he takes a bit longer than he hoped he would, because he ends up appearing at Desmond's window half an hour later, rapping his knuckles softly on the glass.]
[ Well, as long as Connor thinks he can make it... Desmond supposes if Connor needed anything else he'd call. It gives Desmond some time to think about how to handle everything. If it were someone else-- someone he couldn't call Brother, Desmond wouldn't be so quick to offer his couch. But Connor? Oddly enough, he likes him. Likes his sincerity.
It's nice to have some relative honesty.
And it gives Desmond to maybe get some real clothes on. He'd come back from a long run and had a shower, so there he was, not expecting any company, sitting around in his boxers. Classy, right? So may as well as move furniture around and pull the couch apart to get to the pull-out mattress (it sort of looked big enough, at least) before heading off to the bedroom to get some clothes on.
The window Connor was at? Bedroom window.
Desmond? Well, he has pants on, just not done up yet and was starting to get a shirt on before the noise makes Desmond almost jump clean out of his skin. Which didn't help-- no one likes getting tangled up in their clothes and falling clean over and out of sight of the window, since, well, that's the side of the bed Desmond happened to be on and the whole this is obscuring him.
Yeah. Your descendant is a smooth operator, Connor. ]
[Connor found the place with a mix of memory, skill and a lot of luck when it came to windows. He had seen Desmond passing his window and just beelined there, before he lost track of which apartment it was.
He cants his head as Desmond goes straight over in a heap behind the bed. The window seems to be locked (which is sensible), so he has to just cling on, feet on the brickworks and fingers tight on the window frame to hold his position.]
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... would you? I tried to follow the instructions on the phone but they are not helping.
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Yeah. Yeah, no problem. That... might take a little bit. There's a lot of ground to cover. For now, if you want, you can crash on my couch.
[ If Connor would even fit, honestly. Desmond assumes that this is gonna take a while. ]
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[What is a couch? What does crash mean in this context? Help, Desmond, you do not make sense.]
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...yeah no. ]
It means you can come and stay with me for a while.
[ Considering there is a contained fire on the stove.
That it's part of the stove.
What has life become? ]
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Is there space for me to sleep? I have my bedroll, but I do prefer a bed to it.
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I've got a fold out couch? [ Er-- ] The couch folds out into a bed.
[ That may or may not actually be big enough. ]
It's probably not the most comfortable thing in the world, but I don't really have a spare room or anything...
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[Not fitting on things is hardly a problem exclusive to Eudio for him. Since his last growth spurt, Connor hasn't fitted anything very comfortably unless it's been made for him.]
I have the bedroll. I'll survive.
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Honestly, though, he finds himself a little amused more than worried. Having Connor around would give him something to do. Something constructive. ]
We can try, at least. Want me to pick you up?
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I can walk. I have a map and your address, I will find it. Just tell me a nearby landmark and I will find your place.
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Edge of the club strip. [ Er, wait-- ] If that makes sense.
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[The phone disconnects, because he's worked out that much.
And he takes a bit longer than he hoped he would, because he ends up appearing at Desmond's window half an hour later, rapping his knuckles softly on the glass.]
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It's nice to have some relative honesty.
And it gives Desmond to maybe get some real clothes on. He'd come back from a long run and had a shower, so there he was, not expecting any company, sitting around in his boxers. Classy, right? So may as well as move furniture around and pull the couch apart to get to the pull-out mattress (it sort of looked big enough, at least) before heading off to the bedroom to get some clothes on.
The window Connor was at? Bedroom window.
Desmond? Well, he has pants on, just not done up yet and was starting to get a shirt on before the noise makes Desmond almost jump clean out of his skin. Which didn't help-- no one likes getting tangled up in their clothes and falling clean over and out of sight of the window, since, well, that's the side of the bed Desmond happened to be on and the whole this is obscuring him.
Yeah. Your descendant is a smooth operator, Connor. ]
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He cants his head as Desmond goes straight over in a heap behind the bed. The window seems to be locked (which is sensible), so he has to just cling on, feet on the brickworks and fingers tight on the window frame to hold his position.]