[ He blinks at the screen—it's a tremendously generous offer, especially in light of the fact that they don't know each other that well—but he's not in a position to decline, and furthermore, he doesn't want to. Eloise is interesting and intelligent and resourceful, and despite the difference in the periods they come from—and how sexually liberated she is—he's come to hold her in high regard. She's also kind, and considerate—she seems like an ideal housemate. ]
I would like that very much. You're very generous. What is your home address, or should we meet at the print shop?
Oh no, come here. This way you can see it for yourself.
[Insert address here.] It is just outside the city proper, not far from the beach either. Not entirely grand like I am used to, but there is plenty of space. Come when you like, and you can let me know what stipulations you may have.
Thank you. I will see you in probably an hour, maybe an hour and a half depending on how difficult it is to get into the Up today.
[ It ends up being closer to an hour and a half, with the need to find someone to escort him, and the checks at the border. When he arrives he's dressed in his uniform, and his heavy woolen winter coat over that; respectable attire, one that shows his status in his old life, paired with the brown knit gloves and holstered pistol that had fortunately accompanied him into this place along with the rest.
He finds himself nervous, in a way he usually isn't around women—though this situation is quite unlike anything he's ever found himself in with someone of the female inclination, too. There's always the possibility that she could simply decide that it isn't a good fit, or perceive him as a liability because of his legs, someone who might need her help or would be unable to contribute around the household.
He won't know until he gets there.
He knocks on the door, holding his breath despite himself. ]
[She sets to straightening the home, tidying up where she can. Eloise is used to the opposite side of the spectrum with a boyfriend that moves too fast. She's also from a home that's wealthy enough for maids, butlers, and cooks at one's beck and call. Here it is different. She does have someone come in to clean professionally, a clothing company that washes clothes as well as a personal shopper for the amount of food Pietro goes through, though she never minds going to the market for fresh produce on her own. She may not have the level of opulence she had back home, but she has done well in the near two years she's been in the city.
She's also used to men in uniform since the Napoleonic Wars were still happening, so when he does get there, she answers in a simple green dress with her hair pinned up save for the small curls that have managed to fall out.]
Hello, Kolya. [She steps back to allow him entrance, ushering him in out of the cold. The weather in Duplicity was starting to get warmer, but it was still colder out most days.]
I hope the trip here was not too bad. [Though with how long it took him to get there, she believes it did. At least with a signed contract, he won't get too much grief at the elevator now, and it might be easier for him to get around the Up with the amount of transportation around.]
I have tea in the kitchen or I can bring it in the sitting room. [If he needs to take a seat immediately. She never feels like she's an acceptable host, but she does hope she's making her mother proud somewhere.]
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I would like that very much. You're very generous. What is your home address, or should we meet at the print shop?
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[Insert address here.] It is just outside the city proper, not far from the beach either. Not entirely grand like I am used to, but there is plenty of space. Come when you like, and you can let me know what stipulations you may have.
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[ It ends up being closer to an hour and a half, with the need to find someone to escort him, and the checks at the border. When he arrives he's dressed in his uniform, and his heavy woolen winter coat over that; respectable attire, one that shows his status in his old life, paired with the brown knit gloves and holstered pistol that had fortunately accompanied him into this place along with the rest.
He finds himself nervous, in a way he usually isn't around women—though this situation is quite unlike anything he's ever found himself in with someone of the female inclination, too. There's always the possibility that she could simply decide that it isn't a good fit, or perceive him as a liability because of his legs, someone who might need her help or would be unable to contribute around the household.
He won't know until he gets there.
He knocks on the door, holding his breath despite himself. ]
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She's also used to men in uniform since the Napoleonic Wars were still happening, so when he does get there, she answers in a simple green dress with her hair pinned up save for the small curls that have managed to fall out.]
Hello, Kolya. [She steps back to allow him entrance, ushering him in out of the cold. The weather in Duplicity was starting to get warmer, but it was still colder out most days.]
I hope the trip here was not too bad. [Though with how long it took him to get there, she believes it did. At least with a signed contract, he won't get too much grief at the elevator now, and it might be easier for him to get around the Up with the amount of transportation around.]
I have tea in the kitchen or I can bring it in the sitting room. [If he needs to take a seat immediately. She never feels like she's an acceptable host, but she does hope she's making her mother proud somewhere.]