"The grand tour, eh? 'Spose I can do that.."

He drawls with a grin, shutting the door, flicking on some artificial illume, and ambling up from behind her. One arm slides behind her back gently, compelling her frame to motion beside he.
Cardboard containers still littered the interior of the antiquated structure, which he carefully guides her around. Journage begins passing through the kitchen and bathroom and about the vastly open multi-purposed generic living area. Tour continues into the future rehersal room of the Escaping Reality, thus far the only room that showed any semblage of order.

"The others should be along any day now.. should be good to get back to playing with 'em,"

He comments, orbs straying over the guitars which had been granted housing around the room. Soon the instruments of his friends would accompany his own, crowding the space - though in a good sort of way, if crowding could be thought of as good.
He detours then to a small, endarkened hall which lay behind the band room, several doors punctuating its existence.

"I've dumped my crap in the furthest one, ya can have yer pick of the others."

The three as-yet-unoccupied rooms were likely the only places within the structure which had yet to be infiltrated by the boxes of stuff which even Adrien himself didn't quite know from where they came..
Midnight-toned orbs, barely visible in the low lighting turn to Jayel, an easy grin as usual settled o'er his features.

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• shit.. dunno what happened... *cries* (NT) -- nessie, 21:44:09 01/16/03 Thu
  • > broken -- Jayel, 17:56:35 01/19/03 Sun
    • : escaping reality : -- Adrien, 22:17:11 01/20/03 Mon