Well, it should, but Amelia's a little busy cleaning up a small pile of dirt and set of dark polished stones to greet Adia properly. Staying grounded is important when fire is your element and your apartment has wooden floors.
The extra time between Adia's arrival and the incoming greeting will leave the microbiologist time to take in the little apartment, if she can find parts of it under all the clutter. Dishes are stacked high in the sink, a large pile of clothes sits outside of the bathroom, and both garbage cans that are visible are full to the brim - the one in the kitchen even has pot and pan handles sticking out of it. The couch fabric and floors both look dirty, as if an entire layer of dirt has simply been sitting there untouched for at least a week. But above all of that, there's this awful smell of things simply being unclean that lingers despite the fact that the windows are open.
The bowl of fruit on the table looks nice though. That all seems fresh and ready to be eaten whenever someone is ready for a snack.
When the dirt and stones are properly tucked away in their box, the rogue finally looks up at Adia. A hint of a smile tugs at her lips, but it doesn't last. It also doesn't match the pale skin, dark circles beneath her eyes, or the tangled mess her hair - down instead of neatly pinned up - currently is. "Adia. I'm so glad you could make it." A beat as she stands and sets the small wooden box in her hands aside and takes a few steps closer, her hands gesturing to the space around them. "Welcome to my new ...home."
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The extra time between Adia's arrival and the incoming greeting will leave the microbiologist time to take in the little apartment, if she can find parts of it under all the clutter. Dishes are stacked high in the sink, a large pile of clothes sits outside of the bathroom, and both garbage cans that are visible are full to the brim - the one in the kitchen even has pot and pan handles sticking out of it. The couch fabric and floors both look dirty, as if an entire layer of dirt has simply been sitting there untouched for at least a week. But above all of that, there's this awful smell of things simply being unclean that lingers despite the fact that the windows are open.
The bowl of fruit on the table looks nice though. That all seems fresh and ready to be eaten whenever someone is ready for a snack.
When the dirt and stones are properly tucked away in their box, the rogue finally looks up at Adia. A hint of a smile tugs at her lips, but it doesn't last. It also doesn't match the pale skin, dark circles beneath her eyes, or the tangled mess her hair - down instead of neatly pinned up - currently is. "Adia. I'm so glad you could make it." A beat as she stands and sets the small wooden box in her hands aside and takes a few steps closer, her hands gesturing to the space around them. "Welcome to my new ...home."