my heart's on fire—anditsdefinitelynotbecauseofyou

Mmm, I think everyone's a bit meaner these days. He doesn't goof off? He inquired, as he took her plate and eye the food left on it quietly. Her whisper in his ear, though, had him moving to clear their plates, the tips of his ears flushed.

You little tease, he murmured, once he'd placed the dishes in the proper place, he moved to bump her with his shoulder, Now we've gotta go back to my room, yeah? Can't have you starvin'. His voice was low, as he led the way towards the tunnels once more.

In the dark, empty corridors, he'd slip an arm around her waist, and encourage her hands to wander. Their walk was five minutes, before they stopped in front of a ladder. Upon climbing it, they'd find themselves in an actual house, this time. He'd earned his own home, given his place in the Coterie.

Two bedrooms, a kitchen for when he felt like skipping mess, and basic utilities. Nothing super fancy, but it also wasn't the same as being bunked with the lower members. The trap door opened up into the hallway, and Nairn went up first, seating himself at the edge to pull Meg through.

Now, this one's gotta front door too. Some of the safe houses only had cellar or trap entrances, very few were street-level and within view of the world around them. He'd negotiated well for himself.