Treasure
Void
Irie inclined his head. "Yes. I am fine here. Thank you for your concern. Did you... find the keys? I left them. Downstairs. Yes." He shifted awkwardly. Small talk was not his strong suit. Saying that was like saying fish had a difficult time walking. "The streets are cleaned once a month. Trash and recycling on Thursdays. There is a list of recycles on the refrigerator." He hesitated. "I think."
He looked down and resisted the urge to shuffle his feet. He really should learn how to talk to people. He used to be good at talking, though not really communicating. Now he had to actually talk to this person he was sharing a house with. Or he could hide upstairs and lock the door. Oh, that was a good idea! After the cheese and wine.
He looked down and resisted the urge to shuffle his feet. He really should learn how to talk to people. He used to be good at talking, though not really communicating. Now he had to actually talk to this person he was sharing a house with. Or he could hide upstairs and lock the door. Oh, that was a good idea! After the cheese and wine.