log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
Adrian hadn't had company in the house since...god, he couldn't remember when. He'd never gotten around to a proper housewarming, and the last time anyone had visited his apartment had been never, as far as he could recall. Newt had his case, and he'd been living in the Gunster house with Connie until she left town. His life before that was becoming increasingly blurry, day by day.
There was still plenty to be worried about after the catastrophic visit to elfland that he, of course, had suggested and sponsored, but at least everyone was back safely. That didn't mean he was done being ashamed of what had happened, but it did mean he could put it all aside to welcome a new resident to the house.
Dietre seemed nice, from the little exposure he'd had to him. It would be good, too, to get some company in the house, a small but quaint old Victorian place stacked between two larger homes on a bucolic street in the neighborhood. He liked the trees in every direction, and it had a small yard where he could smoke and read when he wasn't trying to quit (the smoking, not the reading).
He hadn't been sure exactly when Dietre was coming, but thankfully the doorbell caught him with his pants on and the house in some kind of order. He answered it with a smile. "Hi, Dietre? Come on in." He was dressed in a loose blue shirt and a pair of black pants rolled to the knee, soft and thin for the heat outside. The house itself was deliciously cool.
The front room was a bit bare. He was still getting art on the walls and furniture to fill the place out, but it had a somewhat minimalist, scruffy charm to it. "Can I help you with your bag?" he asked, because he assumed that was what one did when they had company to stay, which he was realizing now had literally never happened to him before. Whoops. He had remembered the dog, thankfully, and reached down to ruffle its ears. "What's the breed?"