(Play Time)

[gremlinctrouble]

Anna stood just inside the door to the new Trüble estate, an arm kept to open the door for the rather inebriated Adam Douglas, Jr. The day had been fresh to the sky, small trails of orange still lingering on the waning horizon. The air seemed fresh the moment one stepped inside, unlike the stale scent and stagnant odor that Anna had first smelled

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[adamdouglasjr]

Adam stumbled forward, nearly dragged in by his over excited and all too appeased hound, Laramie. A suitcase in one hand and his guitar in the other, the man entered, head still swimming from the two and half bottles of Jack Daniels he'd poured down his throat only hours before. Light burned and noise was starting to get to him.

A small groan come to face, the man staggering just inside the doorway...

"Thank you, Miss Anna. I wouldn't have never thought I'd have to ask you, of all people, to help me..."

[gremlinctrouble]

The woman nodded, closing the door, thick and towering, behind Adam as he entered. A hand rose, scratching casually at the lobe of her silver lined ear. Anna headed off for the western wing, ceasing to head up the stairs.

"There's a spare room on the first floor. It has no bed in it, but it has a hammock and blankets. We'll divvy up the room later. Right now, you just need rest and some time to think."

[adamdouglasjr]

He followed close behind, wavering left and right, then stumbling forward every time the dog on the lease held in his hand decided it was a good time to spring forward. There was a deep ill feeling in the pit of his stomach, more than what was there when he had left Emma's home.

" 'S'good. Just... need to lay down..."

[gremlinctrouble]

She sighed, looking back over her shoulder to the man. She winced slightly, seeing how green he was turning.

"Adam, you really can't keep doing this to yourself. I swear, sometimes you can be just like your old man."

She shook her head, continuing on. Adam's make-shift room was more so a spare living room rather than a spare bedroom. Plastic wrapped couches and armchairs lay in an unorganized fashion, a down and folded hammock on a stack of boxes in the corner. A hearth sat against the wall, unlit and cold.

"I'll give you the tour later. Right now, you sleep... And don't worry about the pooch. As long as he doesn't shit on my floor or chew on my books or furniture, he'll be just fine."

[name_of_thorn]

*Waking early, Thorn has already slipped up to the library again, looking around for another assignment and straightening up the piles of books from the night before.*

[gremlinctrouble]

Anna stepped in, almost a bit surprised to see Thorn already at work. A small smile lifts to her lips.

"You did a good job last night, Thorn. Did you find the food I left out for you?"

[name_of_thorn]

Oh yes, yer ladyship. Can I... do I get to 'ave that again sometime? *Grins in a relieved sort of way.*

[gremlinctrouble]

Anna laughed, shaking her head. The woman took a seat in her normal crowned chair, leaning forward over the book she'd been reading since she had woken up earlier.

"Thorn, please. 'Your Ladyship' makes me sounds like I sound be royalty, which is flattering but unnecessary. Everybody else calls me Anna or Miss Trüble... I don't see why you shouldn't either."

Fingers idly opened the book, a tip lining down the inked page.

[adamdouglasjr]

Adam stood in the kitchen, tired eyes sliding over the cold stone floor as he slumped onto a barstool. With elbows down on the black marble surface of the island, he propped his head in his hands, fingers threading through curls of an earthy brown. Red and puffy eyes lowered and opened slightly, the veins in his eyes red and harassed. A hand lowered, finger slowly gliding along the rim of a water filled glass.