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Hayden Gaines and Soren Truelson
Citizen of Seattle, FEDRA Officer | 24, 35 | Current location ;; Washington State
Where Josh called it nice, Hayden called it wanting. He was not a terribly picky person. He did not want a lot of things, and he certainly did not have a lot that would require a lot of space. The space was not the issue, because there was an issue. It was a big gaping hole of an issue. It felt so clinical and impersonal. It felt like a hand wave, but maybe he was forgetting what the apartment they lived in before felt like before they made it look like home. “Big enough for us,” he agreed, and that was true. “Okay, show me what clothes I get to wear. I don’t really want to wear these pajamas anymore that I have been wearing for days.”
Soren walked back to his duffel and brought it back to the dresser and closet. He worked in the closet first since Jacob was working with the dresser. “That is entirely unfair. You finished so quickly, because I brought everything else.” He grinned and began hanging the flannels and some jackets before popping back over to the dresser to fill up that top drawer and second. “And we have room to grow.” He tossed the bag on the floor. The rest were various supplies that he grabbed and shoved into the corners and cracks of the bag as he moved through the apartment. They would likely come in handy later. “Okay, that’s it. Unpacking is done.”
Citizen of Seattle, FEDRA Officer | 24, 35 | Current location ;; Washington State
Where Josh called it nice, Hayden called it wanting. He was not a terribly picky person. He did not want a lot of things, and he certainly did not have a lot that would require a lot of space. The space was not the issue, because there was an issue. It was a big gaping hole of an issue. It felt so clinical and impersonal. It felt like a hand wave, but maybe he was forgetting what the apartment they lived in before felt like before they made it look like home. “Big enough for us,” he agreed, and that was true. “Okay, show me what clothes I get to wear. I don’t really want to wear these pajamas anymore that I have been wearing for days.”
Soren walked back to his duffel and brought it back to the dresser and closet. He worked in the closet first since Jacob was working with the dresser. “That is entirely unfair. You finished so quickly, because I brought everything else.” He grinned and began hanging the flannels and some jackets before popping back over to the dresser to fill up that top drawer and second. “And we have room to grow.” He tossed the bag on the floor. The rest were various supplies that he grabbed and shoved into the corners and cracks of the bag as he moved through the apartment. They would likely come in handy later. “Okay, that’s it. Unpacking is done.”