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Monday, 2 March 2015 14:27Coughing, Porthos leaves the third house of the day with dust on his shoulders and the distinct feeling that finding a house to live in might be harder than suspected. They'd only begun with the ones they could afford if they dropped everything and bought today, but they've been a bit creaky and Porthos is having a touch of trouble imagining them better.
That could just be his mind talking, given that he'd nearly been hit in the head with a beam from this most recent house. Porthos waits at the top of the path, tying his scarf a touch tighter around his neck as he waits for Aramis, peering at the lands and the barn and the vineyard. It's got almost all the things he wants, but the house itself wouldn't be ready to move into for ages.
When Aramis finally comes up the path, Porthos raises a brow at his husband. "What were you lingering for?" he wonders, thinking maybe he'd missed something in his hurry to escape falling wood.
That could just be his mind talking, given that he'd nearly been hit in the head with a beam from this most recent house. Porthos waits at the top of the path, tying his scarf a touch tighter around his neck as he waits for Aramis, peering at the lands and the barn and the vineyard. It's got almost all the things he wants, but the house itself wouldn't be ready to move into for ages.
When Aramis finally comes up the path, Porthos raises a brow at his husband. "What were you lingering for?" he wonders, thinking maybe he'd missed something in his hurry to escape falling wood.
