Who: Robin and Much What:Exploring the manor. When: Tonight Where:said manor! Warnings: Possible adorableness!
Things with Cas were weird. Much didn't really want to think about it anymore. He was upset, and hurt. He knew it was his own fault, but the sting was still there. Cas had been his first friend in Kansas outside of Robin of course, and now it was all strange. Now he didn't know how to even speak to the angel though he wanted to. He missed him. It was confusing and he didn't know how to fix it. For the time being he just got off the internet and strolled past the rooms instead. Each one filled with memories. Each one he stopped to consider, but didn't really click with. He'd even stopped by the room Thornton once considered his and briefly considered it, but nothing.
Then the kitchen. His hand touched the counter tops that all remained modern and polished, it was a bit odd considering the rest of the state of the rest of the place. He'd not seen it for quite some time now. The last time he recalled being in it, Gisborne was living in it. And the time before that was just before they'd left for the Holy War. Much didn't quite know which place should be his. The one he was in, didn't feel like it. Nor did the others.
The place he had yet to look was the servants quarters. He was reluctant. He stood at the bottom of the stair case that lead to it. It wasn't that things had been bad at Locksley manor, it was just not the sort of life he'd ever imagined he'd have. He remembered when his parents died and he was first brought to it. The world had been terrifying, but then he'd met Robin. Robin was kind as far as masters went. He'd heard tales of much crueler ones in any case from some of the other servants. Robin wasn't that sort. He'd been lucky. Most people probably would have turned their back on yet another mouth to feed, but Thornton and Robin took him in. He had a room to stay in, even if he'd had to share-and a new friend even if he was a handful. He remembered chasing after Robin through that manor, trying to keep up with him. He smiled at the memories. His hand rested against the banister of the staircase and he toyed with it idly. Memories were all well and good, but he still wasn't sure which room felt like his.