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[Know what else is great about cold weather? Fireplaces. Know who's going to make that happen? This guy.

Eithan is not at all a fan of the cold. Snow? Snow is fun. Cold? Cold is very much not. So since he still wants to waste time on the Plane instead of dealing with shit in his own world, he's bound and determined to find a way to stay warm. Fortunately, the house he brought to the Plane a while back has been properly fixed up, so it's a perfect shelter from the cold... especially since it has a completely functional fireplace!! Furniture, well.. that's still a little sparse - but there's at least two (obviously well-loved) couches and a good many (nicer, better kept) Victorian-esque parlor chairs near said fireplace. So that counts for something, right?

He's already inside, and is making sure the fireplace stays lit - in fact, anyone wandering anywhere near the building is bound to see smoke rising from the chimney. He's not about to let it go out anytime soon, and he's just as freakin' determined to not set foot out in the snow anytime soon, either.

So, come join him by the fire! Anyone who comes into the house will find him either poking at the fireplace to keep it nice and toasty, or sitting around and basking in the warmth. Possibly smoking - he's had it rough lately, after all. And maybe if you're really lucky, you could convince him to play his guitar - he's brought it with him, it's just going untouched for the moment.

And as if to prove his point that he doesn't want any cold anywhere near him... there may or may not be a snow-free ring around that house, because he may or may not have melted it all with fire. Just saying.


Eithan do you hate fun]

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( it's been a while since he's seen eithan – not since that whole debacle with the plane wreaking havoc on him, not since york himself had first started being able to come back to the plane – and it's with these thoughts in mind that he's actively seeking the redhead out to check up on him. see how he's doing, if he needs a bro to get drunk with. you know, pretty much the usual.

he's never been to the house, but when he sees the snowless ring around it when he comes upon it, he can't think of anyone else it might belong to. ( never mind that it doesn't look like it belongs here, with the style of architecture. he's never been to meridia, man, but sheesh, that's some interesting shit. )

he lets himself in, easy as you please, takes a second to look around before going in search of eithan himself. you can bet he's gonna comment on the lack of furniture, because really, dude? a couple of couches and chairs? you can do better than that!

eithan is just about to light up a cigarette when york finds him by the fireplace, the whole room nice and toasty from the fire, and the latter lets out a contented sigh the closer he gets to the source of the heat. he doesn't get cold easily – but everybody likes a nice fire, don't they? yes, of course they do. )

Hey man. ( a small smile, friendly, what the other will be used to seeing from his ~older brother figure~ ) How you been?

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[You know... Eithan could use a bro to get drunk with right now. Maybe not in the same, upset-as-hell-and-blowing-up-glasses kind of way as before, but still.

And well, at least the house stands out as his. It's kind of flattering, honestly, like he's got some sort of reputation around the Plane or something. (Maybe he does~) But of course York is welcome here. Whenever. And he's glad to see the Freelancer when he looks up from his sprawled-out position in one corner of a couch. He grins around the cigarette dangling from his lips, finishes lighting the thing with his own fire and sits up a bit straighter.]

Hey. Could be better, could be worse. You know. [He takes a short drag from his cigarette, lets the feel of the smoke pull another small smile out of him before he continues.] Been a while. How've you been?

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( york will always be there when he needs someone to get drunk with. he won't even have to say anything – somehow, he'll just know. which is kind of par for the course with these two, but he likes to think he's doing the world a service by knowing when someone needs him, no matter the reason.

eithan? reputation? whatever do you mean? ( come on, kiddo. we both known you're probably infamous now for all the trouble you've stirred up since you first started coming here. not that isn't a fun thing to do – we also know this one right here has stirred up his fair share. this is probably part of the reason you two get on like a house on fire. )

he's just gonna make himself comfortable on one of the other couches, not quite sprawling, but definitely giving off an air of being comfortable around the mage. like he could be anything else at this point. ) Could always be better or worse. ( he replies with the hint of a grin. ) Look where we are.

( a beat of a pause. ) Eh, all things considered, I've been okay. ( shrug! does eithan need to know about the second plane death yet? nah. ) There's been some stuff goin' down back home, but that's what this place is for. Ignoring shit you don't wanna deal with.

( ha. )

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[Well then... they may have to make a literal booze run to the bar and back, just for the hell of it, eh? (and yes, run, because fuuuuck the cold)

He's glad York is as comfortable around him as he is in return, and with a grin, he settles into his own couch a little bit more. Mm, nothing like lounging and smoking by a fire, huh?

.... Snort.] Man, good point.

[He catches that pause, pulls in another mouthful of smoke as York continues talking. He lets it out as a steady stream, one that curls in the air in front of him as he grins.]

Damn right, it is. Until it pulls its own shit, then we're all just fucked.

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( nothing wrong with making a booze run, right? hell, he'll volunteer for it. just so eithan can stay inside and stay warm and not complain about the cold.

c:

eithan has been there for him when he needs him – and hopefully, it's been the same for the redhead vice versa – so of course he's going to be comfortable around him. big brother figure and all that … gotta get the kid used to not having to be one all the time himself. let somebody worry about your goofy ass for once! c'mon.

speaking of booze …

york looks around, despite having already noted how barren the place is, mouth twisting into another grin. )

Got anything to drink around here? I feel like we should make a toast to ignorin' shit. ( ABOUT THAT BOOZE RUN … ) Y'know, 'cause that seems like the right thing to do right now.

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[You're a gentleman and a scholar. Or something like that.

Eithan snorts, grinning.]

Thought about it. But that'd involve goin' out in the snow to get it from the bar, so I'm still tryin' to decide if it's worth it or not. [Sigh.] I'd just grab some from home, but I think dad'd notice. Easily. And I don't wanna be on the receivin' end of that.