The moment the home's resident called him out on lingering awkwardly by the door, Keiran could feel a hot flush prickle across his nose and cheeks. Yes, it was awkward and weird, but he also wasn't being murdered. Not that the nice American guy seemed like the murdering type, although what did a murderer even look like? Having never been murdered, Keiran couldn't say one way or another if he could spot a murderer. What he could do, however, was use magic and if this guy was theoretically up to no good, Keiran had the trust in his own abilities to get him out of trouble. So, with that in mind, he obediently headed through the doorway when he was emphatically ushered in, and the door shut behind him.
His host seemed remarkably aware, having noticed his limp and telling Keiran to sit down at the table. Deciding to just give in to the friendly and comforting atmosphere, Keiran let himself sit down at the table as instructed, landing on the timber seat with a long, and sigh of physical relief, "It's good to sit down..." He murmured...Glancing up as his host joined him at the table, pushing over a glass of water. Keiran pulled off his backpack and carefully placed it to his side, not wanting to spread any more of the mud and drive muck about than he already had done by entering the man's home.
"Thanks - " he said, reaching out to take the glass of cool water and draining it entirely in a few gulps. Placing it back down on the table, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave a small grimace at the news that transport would be hard to find. He expected this sort of bullshit from Australia, but weren't things supposed to be more urbanised in North America? Maybe he had walked - of slid - far further than he had realised and was now well and truly in the middle of nowhere. It was just his luck.
"Thanks, but I lost it way back, a few hours ago," Keiran explained, not even sure when exactly he had dropped it let alone where precisely it might have been. "I've been wandering around out there for ages, tryna find anything, so when I saw your ranch...." Well, the rest was obvious since they were now seated at the man's table, chatting.
Keiran perked up as the stranger offered him a ride, his enthusiasm dropping a little when the clarifier of 'in the morning' was included. In all fairness, it was getting dark and if the drive was a long one then he could hardly blaim the guy for not wanting to drive a stranger into town and then drive all the way back, out of the kindness of his heart alone. It made sense, but Keiran also couldn't help but be a little suspicious of the man's intentions. People weren't so friendly and nice, were they? Maybe this is what they meant when they spoke about 'southern hospitality' ? If he was going to stay the night, maybe that was something he could ask about....
Regardless of why the man was offering him the option of staying the night, Keiran had to admit that he was exhausted, sore and pretty much prepared to agree with anything anyone said to him - especially when it was said by a friendly man with a nice accent saying comforting things.
Keiran gave a tired chuckle as his host pointed out how muddy he was, and nodded, "God, it has been a fuckin' day....Thank you, I mean it, I don't wanna put you out, I'm happy to stay here and get a ride in the morning if that's easiest for you." At this rate he could have probably just lain on the carpet and drifted off to sleep within a few minutes, but the option of having a hot shower was most certainly the best thing he had been offered yet.
Keiran grinned as James introduced himself, "Keiran Thompson...And I don't usually visit random ranches, but you know, change is good as holiday right?" It was dumb comment and he gave a small, self depreciating chuckle, "But thank you James, a shower sounds amazing. I thought I was gonna end up spending the night under a log, honestly...."
His host seemed remarkably aware, having noticed his limp and telling Keiran to sit down at the table. Deciding to just give in to the friendly and comforting atmosphere, Keiran let himself sit down at the table as instructed, landing on the timber seat with a long, and sigh of physical relief, "It's good to sit down..." He murmured...Glancing up as his host joined him at the table, pushing over a glass of water. Keiran pulled off his backpack and carefully placed it to his side, not wanting to spread any more of the mud and drive muck about than he already had done by entering the man's home.
"Thanks - " he said, reaching out to take the glass of cool water and draining it entirely in a few gulps. Placing it back down on the table, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave a small grimace at the news that transport would be hard to find. He expected this sort of bullshit from Australia, but weren't things supposed to be more urbanised in North America? Maybe he had walked - of slid - far further than he had realised and was now well and truly in the middle of nowhere. It was just his luck.
"Thanks, but I lost it way back, a few hours ago," Keiran explained, not even sure when exactly he had dropped it let alone where precisely it might have been. "I've been wandering around out there for ages, tryna find anything, so when I saw your ranch...." Well, the rest was obvious since they were now seated at the man's table, chatting.
Keiran perked up as the stranger offered him a ride, his enthusiasm dropping a little when the clarifier of 'in the morning' was included. In all fairness, it was getting dark and if the drive was a long one then he could hardly blaim the guy for not wanting to drive a stranger into town and then drive all the way back, out of the kindness of his heart alone. It made sense, but Keiran also couldn't help but be a little suspicious of the man's intentions. People weren't so friendly and nice, were they? Maybe this is what they meant when they spoke about 'southern hospitality' ? If he was going to stay the night, maybe that was something he could ask about....
Regardless of why the man was offering him the option of staying the night, Keiran had to admit that he was exhausted, sore and pretty much prepared to agree with anything anyone said to him - especially when it was said by a friendly man with a nice accent saying comforting things.
Keiran gave a tired chuckle as his host pointed out how muddy he was, and nodded, "God, it has been a fuckin' day....Thank you, I mean it, I don't wanna put you out, I'm happy to stay here and get a ride in the morning if that's easiest for you." At this rate he could have probably just lain on the carpet and drifted off to sleep within a few minutes, but the option of having a hot shower was most certainly the best thing he had been offered yet.
Keiran grinned as James introduced himself, "Keiran Thompson...And I don't usually visit random ranches, but you know, change is good as holiday right?" It was dumb comment and he gave a small, self depreciating chuckle, "But thank you James, a shower sounds amazing. I thought I was gonna end up spending the night under a log, honestly...."
