[The sea chill had a way of seeping right into your bones, and isn't for the faint of heart. Thankfully, the presence of a Yule Log that would never burn out now kept the lighthouse quite a bit cozier than it used to be. Maybe one day he'll look into insulation. Or someone else will for him.
Casimir, the gray tabby Maine Coon that had taken on the job of 'apprentice' lay in front of the fire, standing up when Hugo made his way in to 'greet' him. He pads over, immediately rubbing up against his legs to welcome him with a soft purr.
Flins chuckles as he shuts the door, walking over and watching the cat below them. Casimir was always so difficult to win over. Hugo must have a gift.]
I've been told my abode is nearly uninhabitable. So I've been looking for ways to remedy that. [Again, you could just get home improvements.]
I cannot offer much, but I do have a kettle warming up for tea.
[He glides his way to the kitchen, getting out two mugs.]
Were the holidays kind to you? [He laughs, his tone turning lighter, like a doting parent.] Did Santa give you everything you wanted?
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Date: 2025-12-06 04:20 pm (UTC)Casimir, the gray tabby Maine Coon that had taken on the job of 'apprentice' lay in front of the fire, standing up when Hugo made his way in to 'greet' him. He pads over, immediately rubbing up against his legs to welcome him with a soft purr.
Flins chuckles as he shuts the door, walking over and watching the cat below them. Casimir was always so difficult to win over. Hugo must have a gift.]
I've been told my abode is nearly uninhabitable. So I've been looking for ways to remedy that. [Again, you could just get home improvements.]
I cannot offer much, but I do have a kettle warming up for tea.
[He glides his way to the kitchen, getting out two mugs.]
Were the holidays kind to you? [He laughs, his tone turning lighter, like a doting parent.] Did Santa give you everything you wanted?