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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rich had been keeping one eye on the outside camera monitor and had the audio turned up a little while he typed on his laptop at his desk in the back of his flat. So he was headed for the door when the young woman knocked. He took the three steps down to the foyer in a single jump and opened the door.

"Hi there," he greeted her with a smile and ushered her in. "Richard Summerby, call me Rich." He led the way back up into the flat and to the left, between the first two front bedrooms, to the area he called his library because of the tall bookshelves against the wall. He gestured to the while leather sofa, taking the matching armchair for himself.

"As you can see, the place is, well, industrial." He waved to the rest of the room and the white-painted iron girders and beams. Could use a little softening touch. But I can't abide what passes for most interior decorating these days, so when I saw your journal post, I thought to have a look at what you had to offer in candles and things. Take a look around if you like, and I'll show you the spa room in a minute, too."