[That's the extent of Tate's response out of a confirmation that he'll be right there when Michael tells him he's arrived, giving him time to shoo Trisk off his lap and pat Cobain on the fat end of her ass as he moves across the apartment toward the door. The windows are cracked open and it's warm, considering it's Heropa, but a metal fan rotates on the table giving the otherwise silent room a gentle hum to fill it.
Tate's in a paint splattered t-shirt that's a size too big to really be his, his black jeans and converse shoes equally scuffed. He hasn't been working on anything today but had intention to, before getting side tracked figuring out where to lay out Helena-slash-Joplin's tank. For the time being it looks like she'll be sitting by the TV, on a table that's been cleared off.
He opens the door, flicking his eyes over Michael to get reacquainted with his face before nodding his head to gesture him inside. He doesn't think to look and see if the kid's parked his car outside, nor to wonder how he got here at all. He just invites him in and will close the door behind him with his heel.]
You can put it on that table over there? There should be space to set this shit up. You need a hand with it, or anything? Looks kinda heavy.
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[That's the extent of Tate's response out of a confirmation that he'll be right there when Michael tells him he's arrived, giving him time to shoo Trisk off his lap and pat Cobain on the fat end of her ass as he moves across the apartment toward the door. The windows are cracked open and it's warm, considering it's Heropa, but a metal fan rotates on the table giving the otherwise silent room a gentle hum to fill it.
Tate's in a paint splattered t-shirt that's a size too big to really be his, his black jeans and converse shoes equally scuffed. He hasn't been working on anything today but had intention to, before getting side tracked figuring out where to lay out Helena-slash-Joplin's tank. For the time being it looks like she'll be sitting by the TV, on a table that's been cleared off.
He opens the door, flicking his eyes over Michael to get reacquainted with his face before nodding his head to gesture him inside. He doesn't think to look and see if the kid's parked his car outside, nor to wonder how he got here at all. He just invites him in and will close the door behind him with his heel.]
You can put it on that table over there? There should be space to set this shit up. You need a hand with it, or anything? Looks kinda heavy.