What a wicked gang are we
Who: Gilbert, Kai and Manny
When: Thursday, April 28th, around lunchtime
Where: Gilbert's house
What: It's roommate bromance time, kids.
The original plan to meet up in town was quickly set aside in favor of Gilbert's, with the unanimous decision that it might be better played to see their potential housing arrangements. It was a crisis easily averted as Kai simply shot out a text to Manny with their new meeting place and time, and could only hope the other would get the correction in due time.
What Kai had failed to realize was that getting to Gilbert's meant using public transportation. And at current his record with all things motor vehicle stood as such: The World - 6, Kai - 0.
Needless to say he was not a sight for sore eyes at the end of his perilous journey.
After a most needed pit stop in at a cafe (figuring that if the Swedes could fika then goddamnit, why couldn't he?) Kai ambled his way down the street until he stumbled upon an address that matched up to the one he scribbled down earlier. With reservation he eyed the house and the paper time and again, as if staring at the slip any harder would cement the fact that yes, this indeed was the Beilschmidt residence. He didn't see Manny anywhere, though.. maybe he was already inside? Or running a shade late.
Kai continued to stew and roll these ideas over in the back of his mind even as he walked up to the door, giving it a timid knock to alert whomever that he had arrived.
When: Thursday, April 28th, around lunchtime
Where: Gilbert's house
What: It's roommate bromance time, kids.
The original plan to meet up in town was quickly set aside in favor of Gilbert's, with the unanimous decision that it might be better played to see their potential housing arrangements. It was a crisis easily averted as Kai simply shot out a text to Manny with their new meeting place and time, and could only hope the other would get the correction in due time.
What Kai had failed to realize was that getting to Gilbert's meant using public transportation. And at current his record with all things motor vehicle stood as such: The World - 6, Kai - 0.
Needless to say he was not a sight for sore eyes at the end of his perilous journey.
After a most needed pit stop in at a cafe (figuring that if the Swedes could fika then goddamnit, why couldn't he?) Kai ambled his way down the street until he stumbled upon an address that matched up to the one he scribbled down earlier. With reservation he eyed the house and the paper time and again, as if staring at the slip any harder would cement the fact that yes, this indeed was the Beilschmidt residence. He didn't see Manny anywhere, though.. maybe he was already inside? Or running a shade late.
Kai continued to stew and roll these ideas over in the back of his mind even as he walked up to the door, giving it a timid knock to alert whomever that he had arrived.