Last minute guest.

[too_late4tom]

After hearing about Irma's plight with roaches and offering a place to stay, Tom began a frantic one-man campaign to clean up his apartment. Fortunately, he was not a slob by nature, but a single man living alone tended to not be the cleanest of residents.

He gave Sarah a quick phone call. She arrived with some extra pillows for his couch. "You

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[allmyyesterdays]

Okay. One minute.

It really does take about one minute. Irma PINs into the apartment, an orange cat in a carrier and a suitcase in one hand. She looks a little nervous, chewing on her bottom lip a little.

The apartment looks a lot different from the last time she found herself in there. Well, it's a lot cleaner, and there's no more newspapers piled around.

"Hey, Tom..." she says, smiling a little awkwardly. "... thank you." She carefully sets down the cat and suitcase and, after a second, goes to hug him.

[too_late4tom]

It's decorated, too, but that was probably Sarah's doing. It still looks more or less like a bachelor pad, but perhaps with a bit of flare.

"Hey." He smiles and stands up when she arrives. Which makes giving him a hug convenient. He returns it. "You have enough to deal with without finding a place to stay, too." He lets go and smiles at her warmly. They had a nice time together at Harley's party. Although his memories of it seem a little off... he's not sure why, though.

He looks down at the cat carrier. "You can let him out if you want. I put the lid on Ivan's tank." He gestures over at the aquarium on top of the counter on the far wall. The tortoise is currently dozing under his heat lamp.

[allmyyesterdays]

Sarah has a tendancy to do that, Irma's noticed. She glances around, taking in the apartment.

The hug is a bit tentative, but it's more easy than it was the first time she gave him a hug. The halloween party was a bit odd, and her own memories seem a bit off, but she remembers that she had fun. "I... Thank you." A slight rub of her neck.

Irma looks over at the aquarium. After a moment, she crouches down and lets Steve out. The cat steps out, looks around, sniffs Tom's feet, then finds a chair to sit on. "Ivan looks like he's been doing good."

[too_late4tom]

"Hi, Steve." He doesn't try to pet him, giving the cat a chance to check out the new surroundings. He watches Steve sit in his favorite chair. Of course. Cats have a sixth sense for such things.

"Yeah, he is. Do you want to see him?" He walks over to the aquarium. Ivan does not wake up -- his little feet remain splayed out. "He's been eating a lot. I'm glad I got the heat lamp, I think he'd be too cold, otherwise."