welcome to the panic room // house hunt

WOKE UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF REALITY
AND THERE'S A MADNESS THAT'S COURSING IN ME

While his husband had decided to go house hunting he had gotten distracted by rummaging around the territory. Though he knew he would be going about collecting his own private store of herbs later on he just wanted to know what were the best spots for what. It seemed that they didn't have everything which was fine, he had no issues with fussing about this placing and trading if he had to. And well, they and a plethora of good stuff here. Minus the fauna that seemed rather aggressive. The crocs and gators seemed rather docile to him which he appreciated. Maybe they knew he didn't have any reason to hurt them. Despite that he had delved into the junkyard as well and had found a small TV. It was broken, at least from what he could tell but it would make a nice housewarming give for Mulder.

Wings shifted through the thermals as he hovered along the wind that rose from the town as he looked down. Spotting the fox as he went into a home. Perhaps that was the one then? He pulled his wings closer to him and dove down, sweeping over the many rooftops before he landed on the roof with a particularly hard thud. The TV had been rather heavy but he had managed and he jumped his way down from there before going inside of the home. "Look what I found for you, Mulder." The angelhound dragged the TV inside as he looked about the place, whistling low as he tilted his head. "Not bad. Needs some good old TLC but we have done a good job with worse. Any ideas for the furniture? I'm thinking a pile of blankets, maybe a couch...."

— Reggan