Addie smiled. “I shall lead the way,” she declared, picking up her bag and carrying it upstairs because movement.
She led Archer to the back bedroom in the upstairs hall, then said, “I’m three doors down. Next to you is the laundry room— sorry `bout that,— and then my mum’s room, then me.”
"Thank you for the tour, mon cheri," Archer said with a grin, bending down to peck her on the lips.
"Anytime, mon chéri," Addie said, laughing softly. "I still can't believe you're actually here."
"Neither can I," Archer admitted with a laugh, setting his things in his room. He took a step closer to Addie, grinning. "What shall we do tomorrow, aimé?"
“Well, we could do all of the tourist-y things,” Addie suggested, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Go to all of the famous places around here.”
"Sounds fun," Archer said, grinning down at her as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Indeed,” Addie smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Archer bent down to softly kiss her, pulling away with a smile. "So. What shall we do today? Rest?"
“Rest. Rest is good,” Addie agreed. “I am tired.”
"So am I," Archer said, holding back a yawn. "Join me?"
“Alrighty,” Addie said. “Do you want to unpack now, or…. You know what, procrastination is key. Unpacking is overrated.”
Archer laughed and tugged her closer. "Come on, let's get some rest."
“Works for me,” Addie smiled.
//time skip?
(Sure, to when?)
//the next morning? If that works? I can start if you want
(Sure! Go ahead!)
//alrighty here goes lol
Addie was still very much tired. She padded downstairs in her warm fuzzy socks, her mind on only one thing: food.
//is that ok
Archer already sat at the table, a cup of black coffe in his hands. He'd come down a while ago and made himself coffee, and there was still some in the pot.
"Bonjour, beautiful," he greeted Addie when he saw her.
“Good morning,” Addie said groggily. “How are you awake? Also, is there any more coffee?”
"I was awake a while ago, and yes, there is some left," Archer answered with a smile.
“Yay! Sustenance!” Addie said, walking over to the coffee machine, getting herself a mug, and pouring the rest of the coffee into said mug.
Archer chuckled and stood up. He made his way over to her and placed his chin on her shoulder.
"How'd you sleep?" he asked, his voice rumbling in his chest.
“Eh,” Addie shrugged, chugging half of the mug of coffee. “I’m still alive, so…”
"What does that mean? You didn't sleep well?" Archer asked, turning to look at her face.
“I slept fine,” Addie said with a wave of her hand. Except for the hand she waved with was the hand that was holding her mug, and the coffee went nyooommm.
“Okay…. I guess I’m more tired than I thought. Sorry… lemme get some paper towels…”