Let's get down to business.

Meg smiled up at Abel. “This is the best ever, I really owe you.” Meg felt it much cooler in the house and moved her boxes into the closet and returned as Kumarie curled up ahh nap time!

"A tour would be perfect!" She mused taking Abel’s hand and giving a small cute wink, putting her finger to her lips as she quietly lead him around the sleeping large bear. Ohh true, never wake a sleeping creature that can rip your throat out…

Meg managed to catch up, shutting the front door, and up the stairs hearing Kumarie. What was said bear doing? Well, once she entered the room, the bear THUMPED her body onto the carpet of the room and started rubbing her face and body against it. So soft for her, she was enjoying it. It was cool in the home too, it was like a wonderland of paradice for her…. Kumarie pondered on a pool.

"So...uh, this will be your room." He gestured calmly to the interior. Queen sized bed, cream walls, black and white finish on mostly everything, It was like a photo straight out of an Ikea ad. The Dutchman walked past/over Kumarie and over to the window. It had a perfect view of the garden. "You can see the back yard from here, and the yard itself is fenced off so... if you ever want to let Kumarie out there, you can... I tend to the garden in the early hours of the morning so feel free to join me if you're an early riser." He paused, turning away from the window and his gaze found itself traveling over Meg for a moment. Abel cleared his throat and looked away. Scolding himself mentally for getting...distracted, before continuing. "Ahem, there's also a walk-in closet through here." He said opening a door close by. "So, hopefully, there will be enough space for your clothing...." He gave a small smile and scratched his cheek lightly. A women's clothing collection never ceased to amaze him to say the least. "If you need anything at all let me know...really its not any trouble." He added the last part in, he didn't want her to feel like a bother or a mooch. The presence of his house just by itself had made her uncomfortable before, he didn't want to add anything on top of it all. Besides, she was a guest...and a friend... a special friend.

"Go ahead and show Kumarie please? I-I can clean all this up. I really am sorry.." Maple! Just had to be a klutz, didn’t you Meg? Kumarie whined to let her know she wanted inside the cool for sure air conditioned home. "Kumarie can’t be out here too long, so if alright." Meg inwardly gasped at the maple leaf bra behind Abel. She put the box down and gently shoved -or tried- the Dutchman up the steps to the door. "Go on, I got all of this. I’ll let you know when I’ve moved it all in." Meg got the bra and hid it behind her back.

"Uh...follow me." He told Kumarie, as he walked over to the stairs and began ascending. After a couple steps Abel turned to look back, checking if Kumarie was getting up them alright. "You okay?" He asked fuzzy Canadian companion, she seemed like she was managing. Abel had gotten the stairs carpeted a little while ago anyways for Luna, since the cat had trouble climbing them herself.

In the back of the vehicle Kumarie climbed in as the back seats were folded in. Kumarie wasn’t too big and the weight didn’t effect it, she laid down. The nine month bear was about 99lbs, not too heavy but heavy enough to crush a person for sure. “Alright, I got the needed things only..” Meg sighed and sat on the back bumper, Kumarie looked over curiously. “..So, This seems.. big right?” Kumarie’s head tilted to the side, “Well, you like so that’s a good sign. We confessed we like each other but.. Hmm.” Meg ringed her hands nervously. The Kemode beart leaned over licking her hands, the Canadian smiled. “..And I got you, I know.” She checked her watch and stood. “We better get going. I don’t want Abel thinking I back out. Watch your head,” Meg closed the back door, put the last box of her clothing on the floor of the passenger seat and got into her driver’s seat, driving to Abel’s.

Once she arrived, she was growing nervous seeing the house. Meg kept chanting ‘I’m not a mooch, I’m not a mooch.’ Meg looked again as she got out of the car. “..I’m a mooching moose..” With a sigh she got Kumarie out and two boxes going up the steps. Only trouble was she couldn’t see the door bell. “K-Kumarie..? Could you get the door bell?” She asked trying to keep her balance, which was hard not seeing where you were.

The bear complied and pressed her nose against it, eck, the heat made it a bit hot. Kumarie licked her nose, and huffed at his. Meg was trying hard to keep her balance but she was leaning her back too far and- “Woah, woah- WAHHH!!!” Kumarie winced as Meg fell down the steps, boxes of her clothing and assorted items of stuffed animals and movies clattered all over the stoop and ground. Meg fell back onto the ground, her white skirt -down to her knee thankfully- and pale yellow blouse became a dirt mess when she fell into the dirt. “Owowow… Ugh..- Oh no!” She gasped as her items were all over the place. Meg grunted getting up to pick up her clothing and personal belongings, just as the door opened.

"You're not hurt right?" He asked looking over her, carefully pulling her off the ground. If not hurt, she was..cute. All frazzled again, he smile weakly, it was really to adorable. There wasn't an scrapes or cuts from what he could tell. He sighed in relief and took in his surroundings. He noticed Kumarie by the door, with a cute harness on, seems like she had been helping with the moving.

Abel looked over the boxes that were thrown about from the fall, after making sure Meg had gotten her balance, he crouched down pulling a box over so it was sitting upright, rather then on its side. He was about pull some of the items back into the box, however the items themselves were uhm..perhaps not for his eyes, at least not yet? Whoa, okay, he was getting ahead of himself. His face flushed as he pulled a red lacy bra that was dangling from the side of the package back into the box. Oh boy. He simply cleared his throat, closed the sides of it and handed her the box. Act natural, whatever he saw.. didn't happen. Breathe Abel Hendriks.

185. Abel once stabbed a man with his hair. Trust me, I saw it on the news…

Abel wasn't quite sure why she had cut herself off, he guessed maybe she had caught herself rambling, the Dutchman didn't mind listening to her talk however.

"I was realize that I’m still alive when I step in here." He answers with unemotional face but his eyes was sparkling with humor. He looked at Abel for awhile before he sighs. "It was TOO COLD." He mention directly.

"Yes, it really is much to cold.." He said with a sigh.

"Ah, Good afternoon, Yao." He gave a small nod to the other as he greeted him.  The Dutch man took a step to the side, getting out of the way so Yao himself could order.