Log, Noah's place: Aleksi & Noah
At 4, most of Repose's blink-and-you'll-miss-it downtown was still up and running. To call it bustling would be overkill, but, it was busy enough, and the emotions/thoughts/feels/wants/needs/whatever, they were their usual undertow ebb and flow. Noah had been able to, like, sense them or absorb them or whatever it was he did, since he could remember, man, so it was all this kind of familiar background noise to him. No one was feeling homicidal or anything, and mostly people were focused on the little things they had to do—pick up some pork chop, get the kids their allergy meds, send that check!, call Mom, ugh, so tired, sleeeeep, ... and so on. Noah wasn't paying too much attention, tbqh, as he pulled out an old pair of sneakers that totally weren't going to work for this. But, that quirk of thought, like a mental question, the round knuckle of a question mark knocking at him—it caught him just before he heard a voice call out his name.
"Hey, dude!" He yelled back from the confines of one of the closets, his voice loud enough to overcome even the muffling of his jackets and shirts, and Noah grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, shoved off of the door frame, and walked to the front door a couple feet away. He wheeled it open, aware of, like, Aleksi's reticence at just coming in. "Come on in, man." Noah smiled, wide and warm and boyish. Look, the apartment might not have seemed like much to anyone else, dude, but to a kid from the trailer park, anything that didn't blow away in the wind was high-class.—Noah pulled back toward the wall, so the other dude would have room to squeeze by. (There wasn't a lot of room.) Aleksi already seemed like the quiet, sort of formal sort to Noah, man, just from their talking, and he found the dude's appearance mostly matched that. He himself was tall, sprawling, too loud, definitely a bro, and friendly. So, he probably matched whatever image he projected over the forums too. "I hope you like chocolate shakes, man, because I went all OUT."