Sanssouci

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"It's not literally hot..." Atticus mumbled, returning to his labors. He returned with his jacket in hand, having noted the clouds that were sure to rain. "Yes, now. I haven't got anything in mind, I don't know the area well at all. Maybe you could suggest something?" He paused and looked back at Aerin, his brow furrowed. The other man seemed comfortable on his couch; perhaps he'd interrupted something. "I'm sorry," he said, taking a few steps towards him. His shoes clacked loudly as he moved a little closer to Aerin. "I'm not interrupting your plans at all, am I?"

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Atticus looked up in surprise. "Hot sauce..." He made a face and shook his head slightly. "If I didn't eat that, that would not be because I am picky; it's simply common sense." He leaned down and hefted up a box from their apartment floor. "Apples on burgers, however, sounds gourmet. I wouldn't put it past a restaurant looking for ratings to try it." He nodded back to Aerin as he spoke, walking idly towards his new room; he had to start unpacking soon, but for now he would just move a few valuables into his bedroom.

"You don't mind if I take you out now, do you?" Atticus asked, returning from his bedroom with quick pace. He was a naturally fast walker; it was a perk that came with his long legs. "I intended to take you out to dinner, as a thank you for your assistance."

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"I am not." Atticus made his way back down the stairs, his perpetual frown still twisting the corners of his lips. He glanced back as Aerin continued onto the topic of food, realizing that perhaps, his roommate was hungry. Once he'd finished putting all his things in the apartment, he would treat him to a meal as a thanks for his assistance. Atticus reached the sidewalk and fixed his fingers over the edge of the desk again, nodding at Aerin for him to do the same.

"One should really not be picky," Atticus said, nodding slightly again, "with food, with anything. Being picky does not allow for the full experience of life." He grunted as they lifted the desk again and, foolishly, turned so that he was at the bottom of the stairs. "I–" he grunted again as they took the steps one at a time, "–intend to take full advantage of my location. I do intend to explore."

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No problem! I was pretty busy myself. So much reading...

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"I write about typical, human things." Atticus tightened his grip on the desk as Aerin approached, finally hefting it up and waddling out of the truck with Aerin. This time, the man seemed to be showing more signs of a struggle; however, no matter how much weight Atticus leaned on him, he still supported it. He'd noticed him struggling for the first time and had decided to test his strength, just for future reference, but the man seemed unaffected. As they set down the table, Atticus had pushed nearly all of the weight onto his roommate, and he raised his eyebrows slightly. That was impressive.

He noticed him shudder and tilted his head. Was he cold? It was the very end of summer; the cool weather was only just beginning to seep in, and just barely. Atticus raised his shoulders and turned them in their sockets, cracking each. "I'd prefer to leave this for the end." He leaned down, working his fingers under a pair of boxes and heaved them into his arms, air filling his cheeks as he straightened. He walked back to the entrance of their building, slowly dropping one mahogany foot after the other.

Atticus nudged the door open and placed the boxes aside. He held his foot out to push them further into the apartment, but left them in the main room for the time being. Once they were finished, he'd begin to bring them into his bedroom.

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Ah, yes, this is exciting. eue Sounds good, I'm up for it!

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Atticus glanced back at his roommate and did a doubletake, noticing the male eyeing his watch. He frowned and pulled his sleeve over the watch, taking note that he might have to take care of his valuables. Just as his roommate did, he'd have to lock his door. "Short stories, novels, the like." He gripped the bottom of the truck's door, his too-clean hands looking especially out of place over the muddied metal. He threw it open and then patted off his hands. He handed off a lighter box, gradually beginning to bring out heavier and heavier boxes as he reached further into the truck. His roommate seemed unencumbered, even as Atticus grunted and wrestled heavier cargo from the floor. For a thin guy, he was pretty strong.

He came to the furniture and raised an eyebrow at Aerin's curious looks. Atticus dropped a foot into the truck, the solid heel of his shoe striking hard into the alloy. "Would you help me? I have a desk and chair here, as well as a chiffonier which may be much more of a struggle... I may have to ask the driver for help." He gripped one end of the desk.

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I dunno, actually. I don't like roleplays that end too quickly so I want to say drawn out, but it could get repetitive and boring if it's drawn out. But, at the same time, if it were to happen soon, I don't want it to end soon, either.

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Atticus paused and slowly set the cup down. He didn't like the idea, nor was he used to it, but... He looked back at the sound of metal clattering. Slowly he reached out, one long arm extending towards Aerin to take the key. "Yes," he replied, hooking the key on a key ring. He slid it into his vest pocket. The key settled flat in the thick, nice fabric, no longer visible.

He followed after his roommate, checking his watch as he walked. Again, it was a rather expensive watch, but it looked rather old. Atticus raised his eyes to look at the man. "Thank you," he said, his eyes flickering down to watch the shoe tumble away. "...I'm a writer." He walked past his roommate and down the steps, heading for the small moving van parked out front.

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What a comment–"yikes"? Atticus let out a growl, even as he held his breath. This was already embarrassing enough, and for some reason, his roommate's offhanded language had bothered him. Had no one ever nailed him in the nuts before? Atticus shook his head. He was being unreasonable, there was no reason to take out his embarrassment on his roommate. He allowed the other to take his suitcase and sat back, letting out a soft breath. Maybe he shouldn't have taken his grandfather's suitcase as a carry-on...

The other male returned with a slight smile, to which Atticus answered with a mangled smile–more of a grimace than anything. He took the water as it was offered and drank. "I don't have movers," he answered as he pulled the cup from his face, "and if you're willing to help, I'd be much obliged." He tipped the glass back again and, quite ineloquently, downed the rest of the water. Atticus leaned back before rocking gently onto his shiny Oxford shoes. "All right... I'll wash this and we'll get started, hmm?" He headed for the kitchen.