[ If Beatrix's habits are archaic, then Trahearne's are impossibly new. He's never owned a home before--sylvari scarcely ever owned homes--and while he's aware of human homeownership rituals, he isn't so good at remembering them in practice. Not that he'd ever think they applied to him, of course.
So he simply chalks it up to Beatrix being Beatrix as she hangs awkwardly in the doorway, and glances her way when she speaks up, his arms still full of books. ]
Oh, yes.
[ He nods back towards the counter, mostly cleared now. As he sets the books down on the little table, he is peripherally aware of his cat's intentions to ruin the cup of coffee, so he quickly picks it up and out of the way. ]
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human homeownership rituals, he isn't so good at remembering them in practice. Not that he'd ever think they applied to him, of course.
So he simply chalks it up to Beatrix being Beatrix as she hangs awkwardly in the doorway, and glances her way when she speaks up, his arms still full of books. ]
Oh, yes.
[ He nods back towards the counter, mostly cleared now. As he sets the books down on the little table, he is peripherally aware of his cat's intentions to ruin the cup of coffee, so he quickly picks it up and out of the way. ]
The counter is perfect. I'll help you unpack.