He leans against Farogil, toweled as he is, resting his forehead against the other's temple.
"I didn't want to overwhelm you. I was already coming over, and Lord Sneak is fairly calm, but that's because he's older." This is nice. He's tired but he's with someone he cares about, who cares about him. He can deal with the rest when he has this.
"If the roof repairs wind up taking longer than I expect and you're fine with it I may bring more cats over, but most of them are also used to coming and going as they please." He drops his bag so he can loop an arm around Farogil's waist. Yeah, he could stay here for a while.
Less cats is a pleasant surprise, but more cats would also be acceptable as long as he gets to keep Detlef, too.
"That's fine. We'll keep shutter open for them," Faro murmurs as he closes his eyes. He humms with contentment and tilts head to plant a soft, not-quite-chaste kiss on Detlef's lips.
The arm around his waist makes him want to lean in, turn the small kiss into a fuller one, but as soon as he starts to close the distance there's a little noise from under the blanket. Faro chuckles awkwardly and steps back a little to peek down between them.
He has to laugh as Moose protests, and gently scoops her up so she can touch her nose to Farogil's.
"She is. And if I'm to be honest, she's my favorite. Don't tell the other cats, please." She's a tiny little white fluffball with faint grey markings and giant blue eyes, reaching out a tiny paw to pat Faro's nose once she's bumped it. "But you can tell them that you're my favorite person. You can tell anyone you'd like that you are."
Moose gets moved away enough that he can kiss Faro's lips in return for the earlier one. It's brief, but nice.
"Um. Where would you like me to put my things that isn't middle of the floor?"
Faro goes a little cross-eyed as Moose is lifted up to his nose. There's a tight smile on his lips, like he's a little afraid to change his expression. Not that he would ever admit to being afraid of a tiny mewling kitten but she is up in his face and she does have claws and, ok, the noseboop was cute but-
But that kiss is much better. "Upstairs. I cleared a shelf for you."
He tucks the blanket in around Detlef's front so he's properly wrapped and will, hopefully, take hold of it himself. Faro grabs Detlef's bag off the floor and moves past him to head up the narrow stairs along the back wall. There's only one chamber upstairs and it serves double duty as his bedroom and storage for all his supplies. In a corner near the window is the bed, which is relatively big, with a proper wool-filled mattress and fine bedding. Along every wall -except directly next to the chimney- there are chests and drawers and shelves that are covered in neatly organized fabric and clothes and trays of yarn.
He heads in and sits down on a particularly sturdy looking chest at the foot of the bed, plunks Detlef's bag down next to him, then gestures at the only empty section of shelving.
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"I didn't want to overwhelm you. I was already coming over, and Lord Sneak is fairly calm, but that's because he's older." This is nice. He's tired but he's with someone he cares about, who cares about him. He can deal with the rest when he has this.
"If the roof repairs wind up taking longer than I expect and you're fine with it I may bring more cats over, but most of them are also used to coming and going as they please." He drops his bag so he can loop an arm around Farogil's waist. Yeah, he could stay here for a while.
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"That's fine. We'll keep shutter open for them," Faro murmurs as he closes his eyes. He humms with contentment and tilts head to plant a soft, not-quite-chaste kiss on Detlef's lips.
The arm around his waist makes him want to lean in, turn the small kiss into a fuller one, but as soon as he starts to close the distance there's a little noise from under the blanket. Faro chuckles awkwardly and steps back a little to peek down between them.
"This is... Moose, right?"
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"She is. And if I'm to be honest, she's my favorite. Don't tell the other cats, please." She's a tiny little white fluffball with faint grey markings and giant blue eyes, reaching out a tiny paw to pat Faro's nose once she's bumped it. "But you can tell them that you're my favorite person. You can tell anyone you'd like that you are."
Moose gets moved away enough that he can kiss Faro's lips in return for the earlier one. It's brief, but nice.
"Um. Where would you like me to put my things that isn't middle of the floor?"
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But that kiss is much better. "Upstairs. I cleared a shelf for you."
He tucks the blanket in around Detlef's front so he's properly wrapped and will, hopefully, take hold of it himself. Faro grabs Detlef's bag off the floor and moves past him to head up the narrow stairs along the back wall. There's only one chamber upstairs and it serves double duty as his bedroom and storage for all his supplies. In a corner near the window is the bed, which is relatively big, with a proper wool-filled mattress and fine bedding. Along every wall -except directly next to the chimney- there are chests and drawers and shelves that are covered in neatly organized fabric and clothes and trays of yarn.
He heads in and sits down on a particularly sturdy looking chest at the foot of the bed, plunks Detlef's bag down next to him, then gestures at the only empty section of shelving.