He and Andrey would get along like a pair of tom cats. Pyotr feels a desperate need for a drink, but he still has a task to perform. He slouches into the kitchen, checking first the pantry -- he hasn't yet purchased any food to stock it, but maybe the last owners of the apartment left something behind.
...Actually, he should probably throw out this flour. It's not supposed to smell like that, is it?
He carries the sack back out the front room, leaving it beside the door to be carried out later while he checks the coat closet. There is a small broom in there, surprisingly, although it looks rather dirty itself with the bristles blunted and bent, dust bunnies clinging here and there. "Would this be useful at all?" He brings it out for Burakh to see.
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He and Andrey would get along like a pair of tom cats. Pyotr feels a desperate need for a drink, but he still has a task to perform. He slouches into the kitchen, checking first the pantry -- he hasn't yet purchased any food to stock it, but maybe the last owners of the apartment left something behind.
...Actually, he should probably throw out this flour. It's not supposed to smell like that, is it?
He carries the sack back out the front room, leaving it beside the door to be carried out later while he checks the coat closet. There is a small broom in there, surprisingly, although it looks rather dirty itself with the bristles blunted and bent, dust bunnies clinging here and there. "Would this be useful at all?" He brings it out for Burakh to see.