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entranceway2014-10-02 11:50 am
halfwinchester) wrote in entranceway2014-10-02 11:50 am
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[If you're travelling between the second and tenth floors of the mansion, you might find a great big lumbering mastiff has taken over the staircase today, ready to knock you over if you're not careful. Cooper enthusiastically thunders up and down the stairs with a frog toy clutched in his mouth, following his owner around, who's busy carrying armloads of stuff downstairs. It's an exciting day! Things are happening! Stuff is being moved!
His owner is Adam, and Adam is moving boxes, lots and lots of boxes. Unofficially, it's moving day. Goodbye, tenth floor. It's been real.
Adam leaves behind the furniture in his room, but otherwise everything else he wants to take ends up in packing boxes that he pulls from the closet. He hadn't announced he was changing rooms, or even really planned on it, but it's a long time in coming, something he should have done the moment he found out Michael had a room nearby. Locking himself up like Rapunzel in her tower had done him good for a while, but not anymore.]
Are you excited? This is a lot closer to the front door, isn't it?
[When he brings down Cooper's dog bed and sets it the middle of the floor, Cooper jumps on it, wagging his tail. Then he barks. Must be a "yes."
Slowly, the rest of the floor starts to fill with unopened boxes. He'd changed the room to make it look like an exact duplicate of his old one, and the sound of classic rock drifts past the door as he props it open with a chair to keep working. Cooper helps the move along by chasing the odd item down the stairs, like a soccer ball or his favorite frisbee, getting in the way as much as he possibly can, reminding Adam that he's not the only one who needs a change.
It's not so much a birthday present to himself as a marker. A milestone. He's made it a year, and he's still here.]
| blocked to any and all angels, and the Winchesters... and Becky |
[Adam's come a long way since last October. Castiel had described his soul as meat stripped down to the bone once, but that it had the potential to heal if given enough time. Maybe it has a little. In some ways, maybe it hasn't. Adam knows for sure that before, he wouldn't have even bothered to let people know about something like this; he wouldn't have told anybody, because he hadn't had anybody to tell.
Now he does. The people he's managed to befriend might be the surest sign of his progress. He has people now who'd come looking for him.]
FYI: I moved. Don't bother checking the old place if you have to track me down.
I'll message you with the new room number if you need it.
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[She knows there was next to no chance of him leaving her off of it, anyway. Who else would feed him on the regular?]
I can get behind that.
I've thought about making one a few times, too, but I haven't been able to bring myself to do it.
I'm glad you're getting yourself some space. You need it.
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[And Adam's grateful she doesn't try to get him to recap what Michael had said to him; it's hard sometimes just thinking about the tangled web Michael's at the center of without getting too upset for his own good.
Today, he'd had a job to do, and the work that went into moving floors had helped keep the rest at bay.]
Let me know if you ever decide to break away. I've had practice moving boxes.
Thanks, Jo.
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[For just a little guy, he's not bad at finding things that have gone missing, including people.
She could ask Adam what was said, but she doesn't. It's his business, and if he wants to tell her, she knows he will, unprompted.]
I'll be sure to do that.
Moving from Tom's room back to my old one seemed to be good enough for now, but who knows.
I could change my mind.
Do YOU need any help with boxes?
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[It's only a joke. There's nowhere to go even if he wanted to, and besides, though there may be some choice individuals he'd like to run from, Adam doesn't want to bail on everyone.
A few seem okay having his sorry ass around.]
Just don't let me catch you sleeping in the back of the bar, then we're gonna have a problem.
It's pretty much done now, it's just the unpacking that's left. But my door's open if you want to drop in. I won't even make you work.
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Hey, I might be a workaholic, but I'm not that bad.
[At home, they'd lived above the roadhouse; home and work had been one and the same, but here, she's managed to keep it separate, even when pulling one of her marathon bartending sprints where she typically spends more time working than than is strictly necessary -- or advised.]
Maybe I will. I'm not too shabby when it comes to unpacking, either.
Could lend a hand, unless you don't want me seeing your stuff.
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[He just has to laugh at the idea of owning incriminating material he wouldn't want a female friend seeing. Kinky porn mags by the Kleenex box aren't an issue in his one-man household; he doesn't own anything he would fight to keep. There's nothing from home, nothing of real value.
The only real important thing about his apartment is that it's the place where he has the best chance of feeling safe and comfortable. He's all right with Jo being there.]
What are you afraid of finding, condoms by the nightstand, or skinned animals?
Kidding. It's fine by me.
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[Just like she holds him to his promises, too.]
I'm not afraid of anything, but some people like their privacy, that's all.
Just trying not to be intrusive. Though I trust you to keep your condoms tucked away discreetly.
You're a classy guy.
I'll be there.
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[But thanks for calling him classy, that's a sweet lie. He'll put an extra beer in the fridge for you.]
Come on by, Cooper's just itching to get excited about something and knock over his first piece of furniture.