Keiran lingered by the door before knocking, unsure if he really wanted to get other people involved in his bad luck. His parents had drilled it into him over the years that problems were meant to be kept to oneself, or at the very least, within the family. Now without the family support and trying to figure out things on his own, Keiran was faced with having to go against that training. However as the sun once more passed behind a dark cloud, he decided he needed to grow up and knock on the door.
As he raised his fist to the door, however, it swung open and Keiran gave a small sound of surprise. He was immediately taken aback. He wasn't entirely sure who he had expected to answer the door but it most certainly wasn't a good-looking young man, shirt unbuttoned, wolf print pants and a whole bunch of guns. Keiran gave a long and slow blink as he processed the image and the surprise. It wasn't until the home's resident spoke did Keiran unfreeze, breaking into an awkward self-deprecating smile of greeting. He was about to speak when the man beat him to the chase, offering him help and a drink in what Keiran could only assume wasn't a local accent. It was a hell of a lot more local than his own, however, but from his limited knowledge of American accents, this one fell heavily in the 'somewhere south, like Texas' category.
Without a moment to reply, the guy turned on his heels, simultaneously inviting Keiran in and apparently going to fetch him something to drink. While the stranger might have been entirely at ease inviting random strangers into his home, Keiran couldn't say the same about walking into one. The guy seemed nice, but he was wearing guns, and a lot of people seemed nice. He bet Jeffery Dharmer seemed nice too. So the Australian hesitated, "Uh, thanks. Maybe you could, like, point me in the direction of a taxi rank, or a payphone - if they still exist, or a bus stop or something?" He called after the retreating back of the man.
Even by the time the man returned with the water, Keiran still remained at the door, "I don't mean to be a bother or nothing, I lost my phone and then I got lost...." Keiran let out a breath, glancing down at his mud-covered clothing before looking back up to add, "It's been a long day."
As he raised his fist to the door, however, it swung open and Keiran gave a small sound of surprise. He was immediately taken aback. He wasn't entirely sure who he had expected to answer the door but it most certainly wasn't a good-looking young man, shirt unbuttoned, wolf print pants and a whole bunch of guns. Keiran gave a long and slow blink as he processed the image and the surprise. It wasn't until the home's resident spoke did Keiran unfreeze, breaking into an awkward self-deprecating smile of greeting. He was about to speak when the man beat him to the chase, offering him help and a drink in what Keiran could only assume wasn't a local accent. It was a hell of a lot more local than his own, however, but from his limited knowledge of American accents, this one fell heavily in the 'somewhere south, like Texas' category.
Without a moment to reply, the guy turned on his heels, simultaneously inviting Keiran in and apparently going to fetch him something to drink. While the stranger might have been entirely at ease inviting random strangers into his home, Keiran couldn't say the same about walking into one. The guy seemed nice, but he was wearing guns, and a lot of people seemed nice. He bet Jeffery Dharmer seemed nice too. So the Australian hesitated, "Uh, thanks. Maybe you could, like, point me in the direction of a taxi rank, or a payphone - if they still exist, or a bus stop or something?" He called after the retreating back of the man.
Even by the time the man returned with the water, Keiran still remained at the door, "I don't mean to be a bother or nothing, I lost my phone and then I got lost...." Keiran let out a breath, glancing down at his mud-covered clothing before looking back up to add, "It's been a long day."
