10-12-2020, 02:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-12-2020, 02:25 PM by Uriel Meijer.)
He put her coat on the closest empty peg without a bothered look upon his face. The sound of a couple of dogs barking filled the background for a moment and he rolled his eyes, then murmured cheerfully, "They must have found the beef bone I left for them this morning. Hah." His eyes danced merrily. He really was happy it seemed, he fairly glowed with it. He turned about and led his sister to the kitchen, getting the stove lit and putting a kettle of water on.
Uriel looked at Nesah and then sighed, knowing she wouldn't understand what he was doing with his life. She was so spoiled that she wouldn't or couldn't even take care of her own coat. He pulled out a chair for her and then said, "After you." He was itching to light up his pipe but that would mean leaving her alone in his house for however long the tobacco lasted. Assuming she took a seat, he would nudge the chair in some and then move to get the tea cups and such. "I'd offer you cakes and such but I don't have any to offer. I do, however, have some bread I just baked not an hour ago and some fresh butter. Nothing like it." At least he was offering something, right? "If I find someone both my fiance and I like, I will think about hiring someone."
Uriel started to hum in his pleasant bass, something he never did at home. He LIKED the work, it seemed, he liked doing stuff with his hands. His siblings didn't seem to understand. Up until he met Kitty, he was depressed and lonely, and she filled him with love and life. "You know, sometimes when you love someone, you see passed trivial things like wealth and such. There is no shame in humility, either. I built this house with my own two hands. I did that." He placed a plate with the bread as well as a crock of fresh butter on the table, as well as a jar of honey if so desired. Then the kettle was whistling and he was moving almost gracefully to obtain the thing and pour it into the pot with the tea leaves. He set that on the table to steep and got the rest of the stuff that went with it. Cream, sugar, et cetera.
He continued to speak, "I have a purpose now. That little baby is my responsibility and my heart is already filled with such love that it cannot be contained. I have to make it right for him or her."
Uriel looked at Nesah and then sighed, knowing she wouldn't understand what he was doing with his life. She was so spoiled that she wouldn't or couldn't even take care of her own coat. He pulled out a chair for her and then said, "After you." He was itching to light up his pipe but that would mean leaving her alone in his house for however long the tobacco lasted. Assuming she took a seat, he would nudge the chair in some and then move to get the tea cups and such. "I'd offer you cakes and such but I don't have any to offer. I do, however, have some bread I just baked not an hour ago and some fresh butter. Nothing like it." At least he was offering something, right? "If I find someone both my fiance and I like, I will think about hiring someone."
Uriel started to hum in his pleasant bass, something he never did at home. He LIKED the work, it seemed, he liked doing stuff with his hands. His siblings didn't seem to understand. Up until he met Kitty, he was depressed and lonely, and she filled him with love and life. "You know, sometimes when you love someone, you see passed trivial things like wealth and such. There is no shame in humility, either. I built this house with my own two hands. I did that." He placed a plate with the bread as well as a crock of fresh butter on the table, as well as a jar of honey if so desired. Then the kettle was whistling and he was moving almost gracefully to obtain the thing and pour it into the pot with the tea leaves. He set that on the table to steep and got the rest of the stuff that went with it. Cream, sugar, et cetera.
He continued to speak, "I have a purpose now. That little baby is my responsibility and my heart is already filled with such love that it cannot be contained. I have to make it right for him or her."
