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Gideon Prewett (gideoned) wrote in anon_rpg,

As Gideon walked through the doorway, he was instantly peering around the apartment, curious to see what Gideon's place looked like. He hadn't had any reason to think about it before, but now that he was here, he figured it might be insightful.

His superficial visual snooping was cut short but the harsh instruction from Sorin which Gideon took rather offensively. "I'm not going to be mean to your dog!" Gideon spat indignantly. He really couldn't believe that Sorin assumed that he would be. "I have nothing against dogs..." he added, to clear the record. "I rather like them," he added, trying to reach down to pet it and play for a moment to introduce himself to Maggy. Only, he noticed, that Sorin was purposely keeping his pet away from Gideon. So he folded his arms over his chest and stood and waited for Sorin to stop ignoring him without flat out asking him to do so.

It did seem like an awfully long time before he was offered a seat, though. Gideon followed behind the other. There wasn't much of a choice. He was stuck to follow or stand still in a silent argument. This whole being bound together thing was so utterly inconvenient and ridiculous. (He had memorized the potions ingredients and preparation, earlier after the mishap, so never to make this mistake again.)

Instinctively, Gideon sat down like he was in a meeting or a job interview. His leg crossed over the other, his back straight. He clearly wasn't relaxed or comfortable. In fact, he felt like an intruder and clearly unwelcome in Sorin's personal space, just as it would be if things had worked out the other way around.

"You don't have to entertain me," he spoke as he rested his satchel by the end of the couch closest to him. Reaching over the arm, he dug into his bag and pulled out a book. "A typical weekday night, I come home, eat, catch up on things... bills, news, letters... shower, read and end up passing out in bed sometime around midnight." Absentmindedly, Gideon flipped through the pages of the paperback in his had, going back and forth and bending it up nicely. It was already quite broken in, anyway. "The closer I can stay to that, the happier I'll be."