Post by Phantasma on Jul 28, 2019 20:30:00 GMT -5
No sooner had those boards announced a presence did the door swing wide open. Hinges rattling while aged wood moaned as cold soaked into an otherwise warmed surface. Unlike the barren door, untended snow painted outside the brief bit of interior allowed to show to the outside was homely. A kind of woolly mass of green leaf-like felt made up the rug which blanketed the massive square-like living room nearest to its center. A fireplace was dead in the center of the back wall, a brick structure with a mantle littered with obscured photo's and snow globes adding memories to the otherwise blank white shelve. Two love seats were scooted close to the teasing flames of the fire, kept back by a black fence like gate which comprised the same material currently pinning a log to the depths of the pit. The chairs were luxurious, heart shaped even with a cross-stitched pitch backside and coffee leather shaded front. Lining the walls were shelves packed with books having some novella even existing as towering stacks of books. From this view it was hard to see much else, especially with Bryony having to be wary of the person in the meek door frame.
Small was an understatement.
Possessing the stature of a possibly 12 year old delicate child and a hat that was nearly three times their own size the stranger presented himself. Quick swishes of there stereotypical witch-like hat to signify they were looking to both Kite and Bryony. The hunter for his part had stopped talking the moment the door opened and carefully crept closer to the path feeding up into the house. Whoever this was dressed unlike the natives, a conical cowl with a freakishly wide brim that sagged under the weight of snow. Dyed with a faded blue, a stark contrast to an otherwise new looking dark yellow cloak. The article of clothing in question was hemmed so neatly that it looked like a solid shade of color draped on a tiny frame, baggy around the currently hidden-behind-back arms. Stopping just short of two bare feet. All in all hardly any identification existed past that, the hat was one thing but that cloak hardly had anything suspicious aside from a few loose silver chains hooked on at seemingly random locations.
"Inside," Coming as more of a whisper the figure spoke, taking a dramatic pause before finally stepping back into the house orbiting around the door just out of view.
What wasn't readily available for looks was well worth it. A contemporary kitchen to the left complete with counter tops, a center isle, cupboards and a refrigeration unit looking like more of a shell than a furnishing. A single table with four chairs was put nearest to the front of the log cabin on the left having the door just narrowly exist within that space for so long as it was open. Tasteless glass chandeliers swung from above a patchwork of wooden beams that supported the roof. To the right were even more shelves and a hat rack with an assortment of similarly faded, worn wide-brim cone like hats. Curiously no shoes were to be found, and a door towards the back of the right side suggested yet more unexplored space. If it weren't for the charmingly tight space and feeling of being lived in a person might call this place nearly-spartan.
Shutting the door behind the pair the little gremlin sized host quickly waved his guests over to the dining area. Struggling to pull the seats out himself before realizing Kite had already braced his hands against the seat and assisted in the action. Awkwardly staring at each other the taller male cleared his throat and averted eye contact giving the pygmy time to repeat or not-repeat the same flop with Bryony. Adopting his own seat once the travelers had been sat at the table with his spot in any close, free set.
"You have to keep your voices down so the big ones don't hear you," the figure started taking time to remove their hat and place it on the tables oaken polished surface.
Before the fabric had time to even collapse on itself out of a lack of the support of a head it was made clear who spoke to them was a child. Belied by a strangely deep and masculine voice this was a boy, a very young one who had a mop of green hair. The mossy patch hung over what would have been piercing yellow eyes, pinpoints of color. Busying himself with messing up the sleeves of his cloak to free his hands the figure continued in that ill-fitting voice of his. That soft, growing face just hardly matched any of this.
On more than one occasion Kite couldn't help but stare. Marveling at the little button nose, rosy cheeks and little soft face belting out such a voice.
"I can't offer much since... it's hard enough to come by supplies already. I'm invested in my work additionally and travelers... well, I get distracted far too easily these days. One night, feel free to use the chairs and help yourself to what you find. Since I'm being generous, my library is also at your disposal. All I ask is we clean up after ourselves, no late night rendezvous and no letting in animals. They make a mess and if its a pair multiply like crazy," Cringing at the thought of an infestation the little wizard-like child man pushed himself from the table and waddled off towards the center of the room collecting what novels lay strewn about on the carpet.
Hardly wasting any time he tossed them in the direction of the nearest shelve to the right and went off to his room. Practically jumping just to reach the knob and shut himself into the absence of lighting. Shadows and brief glance told there was a bed-like shape in there at the least and the sounds of springs and fabric hinted at the bite-sized researcher getting ready for bed.
Running a hand through his hair Kite still hadn't risen from the table. Popping his lips once or twice as he ran over what he saw was indeed a... man boy? A boy man.
"I... hooo... That's. That's new. Am I bad person for thinking that's weird? Is this one of those devil fruit things? Blurring the lines between... how old you look? Guy actually talked like he was someone around our age if not older."
"...Bah... Nevermind that. Questions for later, when we're not on the warpath to taking down some crazy inventor. Speaking of which at LEAST we now have a roof over our heads, warmth for our tired bodies and... food or books? I'd like to think food is more important but I haven't read anything good in ages," Rising from the table and scooting in his own chair the gentleman rounded about towards the empty love seat on the left sitting down with a pleasant sigh.
"Also not in the business of denying you your rest. We can talk after you've gotten a few winks if you'd like."
Small was an understatement.
Possessing the stature of a possibly 12 year old delicate child and a hat that was nearly three times their own size the stranger presented himself. Quick swishes of there stereotypical witch-like hat to signify they were looking to both Kite and Bryony. The hunter for his part had stopped talking the moment the door opened and carefully crept closer to the path feeding up into the house. Whoever this was dressed unlike the natives, a conical cowl with a freakishly wide brim that sagged under the weight of snow. Dyed with a faded blue, a stark contrast to an otherwise new looking dark yellow cloak. The article of clothing in question was hemmed so neatly that it looked like a solid shade of color draped on a tiny frame, baggy around the currently hidden-behind-back arms. Stopping just short of two bare feet. All in all hardly any identification existed past that, the hat was one thing but that cloak hardly had anything suspicious aside from a few loose silver chains hooked on at seemingly random locations.
"Inside," Coming as more of a whisper the figure spoke, taking a dramatic pause before finally stepping back into the house orbiting around the door just out of view.
What wasn't readily available for looks was well worth it. A contemporary kitchen to the left complete with counter tops, a center isle, cupboards and a refrigeration unit looking like more of a shell than a furnishing. A single table with four chairs was put nearest to the front of the log cabin on the left having the door just narrowly exist within that space for so long as it was open. Tasteless glass chandeliers swung from above a patchwork of wooden beams that supported the roof. To the right were even more shelves and a hat rack with an assortment of similarly faded, worn wide-brim cone like hats. Curiously no shoes were to be found, and a door towards the back of the right side suggested yet more unexplored space. If it weren't for the charmingly tight space and feeling of being lived in a person might call this place nearly-spartan.
Shutting the door behind the pair the little gremlin sized host quickly waved his guests over to the dining area. Struggling to pull the seats out himself before realizing Kite had already braced his hands against the seat and assisted in the action. Awkwardly staring at each other the taller male cleared his throat and averted eye contact giving the pygmy time to repeat or not-repeat the same flop with Bryony. Adopting his own seat once the travelers had been sat at the table with his spot in any close, free set.
"You have to keep your voices down so the big ones don't hear you," the figure started taking time to remove their hat and place it on the tables oaken polished surface.
Before the fabric had time to even collapse on itself out of a lack of the support of a head it was made clear who spoke to them was a child. Belied by a strangely deep and masculine voice this was a boy, a very young one who had a mop of green hair. The mossy patch hung over what would have been piercing yellow eyes, pinpoints of color. Busying himself with messing up the sleeves of his cloak to free his hands the figure continued in that ill-fitting voice of his. That soft, growing face just hardly matched any of this.
On more than one occasion Kite couldn't help but stare. Marveling at the little button nose, rosy cheeks and little soft face belting out such a voice.
"I can't offer much since... it's hard enough to come by supplies already. I'm invested in my work additionally and travelers... well, I get distracted far too easily these days. One night, feel free to use the chairs and help yourself to what you find. Since I'm being generous, my library is also at your disposal. All I ask is we clean up after ourselves, no late night rendezvous and no letting in animals. They make a mess and if its a pair multiply like crazy," Cringing at the thought of an infestation the little wizard-like child man pushed himself from the table and waddled off towards the center of the room collecting what novels lay strewn about on the carpet.
Hardly wasting any time he tossed them in the direction of the nearest shelve to the right and went off to his room. Practically jumping just to reach the knob and shut himself into the absence of lighting. Shadows and brief glance told there was a bed-like shape in there at the least and the sounds of springs and fabric hinted at the bite-sized researcher getting ready for bed.
Running a hand through his hair Kite still hadn't risen from the table. Popping his lips once or twice as he ran over what he saw was indeed a... man boy? A boy man.
"I... hooo... That's. That's new. Am I bad person for thinking that's weird? Is this one of those devil fruit things? Blurring the lines between... how old you look? Guy actually talked like he was someone around our age if not older."
"...Bah... Nevermind that. Questions for later, when we're not on the warpath to taking down some crazy inventor. Speaking of which at LEAST we now have a roof over our heads, warmth for our tired bodies and... food or books? I'd like to think food is more important but I haven't read anything good in ages," Rising from the table and scooting in his own chair the gentleman rounded about towards the empty love seat on the left sitting down with a pleasant sigh.
"Also not in the business of denying you your rest. We can talk after you've gotten a few winks if you'd like."