eira

Boston walked inside and set his stuff down somewhere he could collect it later. Then he headed over to find Eira.

"Eira! Hier, hier ben ik. I'm here!"

@bostonvitale

Eira’s sprawled dramatically across his couch, head hanging off the edge and all. He perks up when he hears the door and accompanying call.

“living room”

“uhh het gaat goed m- i’m well. i’m doin good buddy how bout you”

“Yeah I’d hope so”

He gestures towards the kitchen

Boston walked inside and set his stuff down somewhere he could collect it later. Then he headed over to find Eira.

"Eira! Hier, hier ben ik. I'm here!"

@bostonvitale

Eira’s sprawled dramatically across his couch, head hanging off the edge and all. He perks up when he hears the door and accompanying call.

“living room”

“uhh het gaat goed m- i’m well. i’m doin good buddy how bout you”

“Yeah I’d hope so”

He gestures towards the kitchen

Boston walked inside and set his stuff down somewhere he could collect it later. Then he headed over to find Eira.

"Eira! Hier, hier ben ik. I'm here!"

@bostonvitale

Eira’s sprawled dramatically across his couch, head hanging off the edge and all. He perks up when he hears the door and accompanying call.

“living room”

“uhh het gaat goed m- i’m well. i’m doin good buddy how bout you”

"Okay, we can first head to my mom's place so then I can check on her. Then we can head over to Ritch Grissom Memorial Wetlands. What do you think?"

— @bostonvitale

They’d made a brief stop to buy a metric ton (an exaggeration) of sunscreen first so Eira ideally doesn’t crisp like a sardine.

Eira’s stretched across his hotel bed, legs dangling over the edge. He cracks and eye open and turns his head as Boston speaks.

He got up again, grabbing the keys to the rental car. "Hm? Oh wetlands. I have a friend there."

He follows the other out, making sure to close the hotel door securely behind them, Gotham habits and all that.

but fine

Eira shrugs it off for now and follows behind as they descend an ungodly amount of stairs, it seems he cant escape broken elevators even in another state

There’s a minute or two of fiddling to get the vents angled just right but after that he relaxes into the seat and rests the side of his head on his fist.

"It won't be that long. I wouldn't make us come to a hotel that was far away from her house." He got onto the actual road now, driving them to his mom's.

"It'll be like a 4 minute drive. I would have actually made us walk."

He takes a good long look at Boston, his posture, the way he grips the steering wheel, he seems almost nervous

He'd need to mow the lawn sometime while here. That's what he got for not showing up for 3 months.

He got out of the car and then spoke to Eira. "I have a key, we won't newd to knock or anything. Let me know if you get hungry, I'm not sure what she has here not not."

He nods along as he’s spoken to “alright”

Boston was great at speaking his mind.

Meaning he was great at telling the truth. Meaning he didn't give two shits if he was hurting someones feelings.

He unlocked the door and opened it. "*Ik ben terug!"

Looking around house filled with trinkets and boxes and other such clutter

He doesnt say much, just following and keeping and eye out for a woman assumed to be Boston’s mother

But other than that, she looked exactly like Boston.

She held a cigarette and brought it to her mouth as she walked out from a room nearby. "*Boston, wat fijn dat je er eindelijk bent."

Boston nodded towards her now. "**Ik heb een vriend meegenomen. Hij heet Eira."

Amanda looked towards Eira, she raised her hand in a not wave, wave. "Eira."

He’s not quite sure what they’re saying, not being fluent in dutch and all but he can guess the gist.

“It’s lovely to meet you Ms. Vitale”

He hesitates, unsure if he’s being understood and sends a sidelong glance at Boston.

"Okay, we can first head to my mom's place so then I can check on her. Then we can head over to Ritch Grissom Memorial Wetlands. What do you think?"

— @bostonvitale

They’d made a brief stop to buy a metric ton (an exaggeration) of sunscreen first so Eira ideally doesn’t crisp like a sardine.

Eira’s stretched across his hotel bed, legs dangling over the edge. He cracks and eye open and turns his head as Boston speaks.

He got up again, grabbing the keys to the rental car. "Hm? Oh wetlands. I have a friend there."

He follows the other out, making sure to close the hotel door securely behind them, Gotham habits and all that.

but fine

Eira shrugs it off for now and follows behind as they descend an ungodly amount of stairs, it seems he cant escape broken elevators even in another state

There’s a minute or two of fiddling to get the vents angled just right but after that he relaxes into the seat and rests the side of his head on his fist.

"It won't be that long. I wouldn't make us come to a hotel that was far away from her house." He got onto the actual road now, driving them to his mom's.

"It'll be like a 4 minute drive. I would have actually made us walk."

He takes a good long look at Boston, his posture, the way he grips the steering wheel, he seems almost nervous

He'd need to mow the lawn sometime while here. That's what he got for not showing up for 3 months.

He got out of the car and then spoke to Eira. "I have a key, we won't newd to knock or anything. Let me know if you get hungry, I'm not sure what she has here not not."

He nods along as he’s spoken to “alright”

Boston was great at speaking his mind.

Meaning he was great at telling the truth. Meaning he didn't give two shits if he was hurting someones feelings.

He unlocked the door and opened it. "*Ik ben terug!"

Looking around house filled with trinkets and boxes and other such clutter

He doesnt say much, just following and keeping and eye out for a woman assumed to be Boston’s mother

"Okay, we can first head to my mom's place so then I can check on her. Then we can head over to Ritch Grissom Memorial Wetlands. What do you think?"

— @bostonvitale

They’d made a brief stop to buy a metric ton (an exaggeration) of sunscreen first so Eira ideally doesn’t crisp like a sardine.

Eira’s stretched across his hotel bed, legs dangling over the edge. He cracks and eye open and turns his head as Boston speaks.

He got up again, grabbing the keys to the rental car. "Hm? Oh wetlands. I have a friend there."

He follows the other out, making sure to close the hotel door securely behind them, Gotham habits and all that.

but fine

Eira shrugs it off for now and follows behind as they descend an ungodly amount of stairs, it seems he cant escape broken elevators even in another state

There’s a minute or two of fiddling to get the vents angled just right but after that he relaxes into the seat and rests the side of his head on his fist.

"It won't be that long. I wouldn't make us come to a hotel that was far away from her house." He got onto the actual road now, driving them to his mom's.

"It'll be like a 4 minute drive. I would have actually made us walk."

He takes a good long look at Boston, his posture, the way he grips the steering wheel, he seems almost nervous

He'd need to mow the lawn sometime while here. That's what he got for not showing up for 3 months.

He got out of the car and then spoke to Eira. "I have a key, we won't newd to knock or anything. Let me know if you get hungry, I'm not sure what she has here not not."

He nods along as he’s spoken to “alright”

"Okay, we can first head to my mom's place so then I can check on her. Then we can head over to Ritch Grissom Memorial Wetlands. What do you think?"

— @bostonvitale

They’d made a brief stop to buy a metric ton (an exaggeration) of sunscreen first so Eira ideally doesn’t crisp like a sardine.

Eira’s stretched across his hotel bed, legs dangling over the edge. He cracks and eye open and turns his head as Boston speaks.

He got up again, grabbing the keys to the rental car. "Hm? Oh wetlands. I have a friend there."

He follows the other out, making sure to close the hotel door securely behind them, Gotham habits and all that.

but fine

Eira shrugs it off for now and follows behind as they descend an ungodly amount of stairs, it seems he cant escape broken elevators even in another state

There’s a minute or two of fiddling to get the vents angled just right but after that he relaxes into the seat and rests the side of his head on his fist.

"It won't be that long. I wouldn't make us come to a hotel that was far away from her house." He got onto the actual road now, driving them to his mom's.

"It'll be like a 4 minute drive. I would have actually made us walk."

He takes a good long look at Boston, his posture, the way he grips the steering wheel, he seems almost nervous