scarsandeyes (scarsandeyes) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-05-11 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~sookie stackhouse |
Who: Sook and Nigel
What: Dinner
Where: Sook's home
When: Backdated to Tuesday eve, before Rachel's return. After this
Warnings: TBD
Status: Open to housemates
Nigel pulled on a pair of jeans, his best sausage dog shirt, slapped on some aftershave and slid on his freshly washed jacket. It smelt good and cigarette free. Not that Nigel could tell anymore, his nose was immune to the smell.
His apartment was an organised mess with ash trays filled to the brim and beer cans piled in a corner. He filled a plastic bag and took his rubbish outside with him, shoving it in whatever trash can he could find. The water bubble had finally disappeared and Nigel had, for the first time, seen the island's sky. There was definitely something comforting about seeing a part of normality again. It was only a part of it. Nigel was still adapting to everything that wasn't...what he was used to. But he had no choice, he had to.
He knocked on Sookie's door. She had a comforting aura that Nigel couldn't help but be drawn to.
She reminded him of home.