Re: Pat & Lou: boxes
"Man, no, no, no, we do not speak about diapers, dude. Another 10 years need to go by before that stops being embarrassing to me. This is something that comes with age," he said, and it was true, man. Patrick was still young enough that bodily functions were not to be openly spoken of; this made gay sex challenging. Patrick was not (and this was an understatement) a very open kind of dude.
Patrick took a swig, and he returned to his unpacking. "The gym is good. It is out toward the Carnival, and it is a better use of your money than any of the bars, dude." Patrick knew how much he could drink without getting buzzed, and he was on the clock, man, so he would not be getting insanely sloshed during this box opening. Not that the dude did not like a good buzz at times, but he was not entirely certain at what point this would trigger Newt. It was a new thing, and the dude was still figuring out how to walk that line. And, as stated, he was on the clock, and being on the clock had been more stressful recently than normal. He was actually carrying today, and his stones were safely secured upon his person (just in case).
If he found ceramic bowls in pieces, the dude just put the pieces on a counter; it was not for him to decide what to do with them. "The place is as weird as it has always been," was the final bit of wisdom he gave her, another box emptied out. Repose was unique, and someone who had lived there before would understand. She would probably comprehend even more, given that she was a wolf, man, but it was still worth saying. Repose was unique, and this was a kind description.