[Tucker's not especially busy when Delmar comes to his door. In fact, that's the problem.
Back home, he had plenty to do. His job, for starters, which kept him busy most of the week, and then his secondary job on the weekends. And when he wasn't working, he and his buddies had stuff to do, places to go out. And he had his cats to take care of, actual food to cook- god. He misses his cramped schedule.
He's cleaned his apartment about a dozen times, unloaded, reloaded, and cleaned both guns, rearranged his furniture a bit- all boring. He's shrugging on his jacket to go out for a run (much less interesting without the crowds, but whatever,) when he hears movement in the hall.
Tucker pauses, listening. Footsteps shuffle over to his side of the stairway and then a hand knocks on his door. Interesting. He hasn't checked out his neighbor yet, and anyway, it's something to do.
He tosses his jacket on the back of the couch and answers the door, trying to put on a friendly air.]
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Back home, he had plenty to do. His job, for starters, which kept him busy most of the week, and then his secondary job on the weekends. And when he wasn't working, he and his buddies had stuff to do, places to go out. And he had his cats to take care of, actual food to cook- god. He misses his cramped schedule.
He's cleaned his apartment about a dozen times, unloaded, reloaded, and cleaned both guns, rearranged his furniture a bit- all boring. He's shrugging on his jacket to go out for a run (much less interesting without the crowds, but whatever,) when he hears movement in the hall.
Tucker pauses, listening. Footsteps shuffle over to his side of the stairway and then a hand knocks on his door. Interesting. He hasn't checked out his neighbor yet, and anyway, it's something to do.
He tosses his jacket on the back of the couch and answers the door, trying to put on a friendly air.]
Hey. You're the guy from across the hall, right?