Kris Rietsveld | The Damsel (thecorrupt) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-02-13 15:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 067, kris, pam |
Who: Pam & Kris.
When: Early evening.
Where: Kitchen.
Following his eventful afternoon with Daniel, Kris was in an unusually good mood as he rode the ridiculous contraption that passed for handicap access to the first floor. Thankfully the ride was short, and both his feet and his cane were on the tiled floor of the lobby a few minutes later. Walking the short distance there to the kitchen was a slow journey, but one he made without complaint. The space was empty, others either amusing themselves upstairs or maybe even in the basement. Kris busied himself with the silver tea kettle, filling it with water from the sink and placing it on the stove at medium temperature.
Two cups were acquired and placed on the island in the middle of the kitchen, which he leaned against while he waited for both the water to warm and his guest to arrive. In the mean time, he took in his fill of the kitchen, impressed to see that those who were holding them here were true to their word and had restored the room to its former glory. It was reassuring to be walking into a regular kitchen and not the charred room that it had been before. Pushing off of the counter, Kris moved to take a seat, sighing gently to himself as he took weight off of his bad leg. His cane went to hang from the counter, at the ready for when he needed it again.