<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/5f/68/c55f68f23ab0a6b441c164f67fd70a86.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cream, long-sleeved dress shirt, satin wine-red waistcoat, tie, black dress pants and shoes.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday, 1 April 2050, 0200<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Brett's Place, Downtown, Raven City<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Poppy<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Home Sweet Home<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://images1.apartments.com/i2/QCobxbX67povk1r1tZnrSy94LkPph2Sqpg5nL-P_ZBA/117/image.jpg)</div>Brett’s eyes grew when Poppy raised up using her height and power to peck his cheek. His own cheeks blossomed with red, but the feeling had been too odd. To be kissed by such a strange girl. It had made him feel awkward and abashed. Seeing her happy did make him smile, but unfortunately, he didn’t feel any less tired.<br/><br/>“Aagh,” he moaned pathetically. “Come on, let’s get home. No more delays. I have never felt so desperate to collapse upon my mattress.”<br/><br/>He led the little bud to his apartment. They walked up a flight of twisting stairs to the second floor. The hallway smelled of dog urine from the many people who kept dogs but didn’t take them outside. As they walked down to the corner, they arrived at his studio, which was pretty big for being only one bedroom and one bath. He had gotten lucky with the corner room. With a rattle of his keys, he opened the door and stepped aside to allow the fae to wander in first.<br/><br/>“Here we are.” He made sure to point out the couch. Unsure if she had seen one before. “And that’s a couch.”<br/><br/>The apartment was mostly neat, mainly because he felt like he didn’t stay in it long enough to clutter it up. He used the microwave more than he used the stove. He closed the door behind them and locked it, drawing the chain across. “I’ll go get you some blankets and better pillows than that.”<br/><br/>Brett walked over to the closet, retrieving a quilt and two pillows. He tossed the two pillows down on the couch and draped the blanket across. “I’m sorry that I’m not giving you much of a tour. I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick—get cleaned and everything, and then it’s all yours.”<br/><br/><em>She probably doesn’t even know what it is</em>, he mused. He tried not to think about it. He didn’t have the energy to give her a tour. “I’ll show you around the place in the morning.”<br/><br/>Brett left her to head to his room to collect a random T-shirt and shorts that he typically wore to bed.