wc 412. Another aw from Jens. :3
So this is what it's like to be in a place that seems to accept you for who you are. A pack that has similar ideas and likes as you do. It was weird, because for the longest time it had been only him. Now and then he would find someone he could discuss the arts with on a deeper level rather than just an amateur outlook, not to many seemed to have a grasp on it. He had met an Austrian man in England who had played the Piano like it had been born with him. He missed him in the sense he missed the conversation, the sharing and the knowledge. Maybe in Cercatori D'Arte he would have that with these people too.
At this moment, it didn't matter. That was not the thing on his mind. The auburn and white male was standing in front of a small building, the door was covered with thick ivy vines bare from the winter. He was grumbling under his breathe from time to time as he would try and rip them free, clearing the door enough so it was accessible. The building had obviously not been used in quite some time. The few buildings around it seemed vacant too. Surely nobody would mind him making use of this home for the time? If they did, they were ridiculous. The brute gripped at the vines and tore them free, some tangled over each other to better try and stick to the old wooden door. He let out an annoyed grunt as he pulled what seemed like the last bit free. Well, hopefully the inside was decent.
The door opened with a long croak, it made the Irishmen cringe slightly, it sounded painful to his ears. The door opened without haste, it did open though, that was good. Glancing inside the man seemed content with what he saw. It appeared to be in decent shape, he'd explore the damage further though in a moment. The man sat himself down on the steps, it was that moment where he wished he had a drink, or at least a smoke. Both seemed like a heavenly idea. Who the hell did he have to talk to around here to get some? He'd probably have to leave the town to find it. And he would, it was not a maybe. The man would find access one way or another, here or somewhere else. He'd find it like an addict.
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