Home Sweet Home [Imo and Mr. Marynard]

Ash opened the door to his home and was greeted by the scent of... Whatever his Grandmother had cooking on the stove. He and his grandmother had a mutual agreement of a 'Don't ask, Don't tell' policy when it came to what she cooked. To him, food was food but it still didn't mean knowing what it was helped it go down easier. "I'm home." He called out.

Placing his ax in it's usual spot, against the wall by the door, he started to peel off the layers of his work clothes. He hung up his coat and shoved his worn out gloves in his back pants pocket. When no one responded, he figured Grandma must have taken Bela out somewhere. Or she left and Bela was still here hiding for him to come and find her like she sometimes did. "Bells?"

He kicked off his boots and made his way down the hallway. Their home wasn't big at all. A basic layout; a tiny the living room that was only separated from the kitchen by a rail of wood he had made himself. He thought it added character to the house, plus he was bored and that's just what he did when he was bored. If you went straight after you walked in the door, you'd go into a narrow hallway. You had two doors to your right, a door to your left, and one at the very end of the hall. First door on the right was his room, then Bela's. Grandma's was at the end of the hallways, and the bathroom was the only door on the left. The rooms on the right weren't big since Ash basically split it into two. It was just one decent size room, and since he felt he and Bells needed separate rooms, he just added a wall and a door. It took a lot of time and a lot of trading and extra hours at work, but it was well worth it.

"Bela. Are you here?" He opened her bedroom door and peered inside. She wasn't there. "Huh." He shrugged his shoulder. "Guess, I'll just have to eat this cookie then." He said, hoping it would draw her out. He did have something for her, he wouldn't lie about it. He made a stop today after getting his pay and picked her up a little something at the bakery. It wasn't much, and it sure didn't happen often, but he tried to reward her as much as he could because it just felt like words weren't enough at times.

When she didn't come out from hiding he knew she wasn't there. He made his way to stove and put on a kettle so he could boil some water. He needed it. His hands were sore and swollen from the work load today.