Housewarming Who: Mitchell and Samandriel Where: Mitchell's residence. When: Week 7, Sunday afternoon. Why: Because reasons. Warnings: TBA.
After purchasing Samandriel at the auction house and arranging for him to be delivered that afternoon, Mitchell had gone shopping, and put a sizeable dent in his current savings. He wasn't worried, yet, because the purchases he'd made were all for Samandriel's benefit, but it was still a little overwhelming.
The brownstone he'd purchased was modest compared to the veritable mansions and large plantations in the area, but he didn't need much, really. It was close to downtown, near to the clubs and the coffeehouses and shops, as close to city living as he was going to get here, anyway. The brownstone had two stories, with the main floor having a small bedroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen, while the upstairs had two more large rooms and another bathroom ensuite.
It would be suitable for his needs, he was sure, and his slaves. What more could a human want?
The living room, right then, was filled with boxes and bags of new things. Clothes in various styles and sizes, because he wasn't sure what Samandriel would like. He also had various electronic devices, including a journal, and a tablet that played music and television shows and movies and whatever else he could want. The kitchen was overflowing with food for the human as well, since he wasn't sure what the human liked to each, or if he could cook.
When the delivery men arrived it was in the middle of a downpour. By the time Mitchell had signed the necessary paperwork both he and Samandriel were drenched.
Inside, Mitchell laughed, stripping off his jacket and t-shirt. "Right, well...make yourself at home?"