>>5448610Given that the 'garage' door is the closest to your location, you decide to use that. Jason watches on as you pull out what can only be described as a comically large ring of keys and try them one... by one... by one. Eventually, one of them fits into the door. ...And then another does, as it's been fitted with two locks. Faint clapping can be heard as you finally get the door open, a mix of mockery and congratulations.
Only now do you get the chance to see the inside of the house for the first time. Dust and darkness greet you, the signs of a place that's been uninhabited for at least a year at this point. After a moment the darkness seems to almost crawl out of the house and grab for you, but once you shake your head and focus your attention everything feels normal once more. There's nothing to be worried about. It's just an old house.
After kicking on the lights and glancing through the first floor, you get to work. First, Jason gives you a hand unloading the guinea pig enclosure. Through the garage door, down the hallway, into the kitchen, and from there to the living room next to the front door it goes. For the time being, you leave it on an empty spot on the floor. From there on you decide to just leave all your boxes on the living room floor, to be taken up to your room and sorted when you're not imposing on someone else's time.
It's not until about 20 minutes of work are behind you that you have everything unloaded and the boxes arranged in positions that you can most generously describe as "better than complete anarchy." You fill several glasses from the tap as Jason pets one of your guinea pigs, inspiring it to let out a purring noise. "Cute fellas. What were their names again?"
>Oh, them? They're... [Write-in two names]"Thanks for the help again. Haven't been feeling too hot so I appreciate it." You almost spill your water as a hand slaps your back. "Don't sweat it man, don't sweat it. I'm just glad you got such a sick place- maybe I'll have to visit sometime." You reply with a chuckle. "If you want to I don't mind, there's a second bedroom upstairs. The culinary school you're going to is only, what, an hour from here?" Jason pauses for a moment. "An hour and a half I think. Speaking of... according to my phone my ride'll be here in about an hour. What'll you be up to until then?"
>"Oh, not much. Wanna grab lunch?">"Sorting through this stuff I guess. You need me to drop you off anywhere first?">"I think I'll stop by campus before orientation. What about you?" 