[The trip is quiet, interrupted by post-punk fed from his phone through a wireless dock. Connor's not much one for smalltalk, finding it awkward and a little unnecessary now that they've met and made a decision and exchanged the most summarized version of life stories. The only indication of what's to come that he gives is a lingering touch at the small of Sean's back when he summons the elevator to take it up.
Connor's apartment is nice; an upper floor, close to the square, with quiet neighbors (most of the time) and a lovely view of the city from the little wrought-iron balcony outside. It's not a huge space, but it suffices for himself and his dog, who the instant they'd stepped through the door, had started vigorously sniffing at Sean's shoes. Connor can't help but laugh a little as he kneels down and ruffles his hands through the dog's ruff, earning himself a lick to the underside of his chin.]
Brought a friend tonight, boy. Say hi.
[The prompting has the mountain of white fluff looking up at Sean curiously, once more sniffing at him then giving him the biggest doggy smile.]
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Connor's apartment is nice; an upper floor, close to the square, with quiet neighbors (most of the time) and a lovely view of the city from the little wrought-iron balcony outside. It's not a huge space, but it suffices for himself and his dog, who the instant they'd stepped through the door, had started vigorously sniffing at Sean's shoes. Connor can't help but laugh a little as he kneels down and ruffles his hands through the dog's ruff, earning himself a lick to the underside of his chin.]
Brought a friend tonight, boy. Say hi.
[The prompting has the mountain of white fluff looking up at Sean curiously, once more sniffing at him then giving him the biggest doggy smile.]