It wasn’t long before Carys returned to the kitchen, Chase turning to look at her with that same stupid grin on his face as he looked towards her, having previously simply been looking around the kitchen, mostly out the window. He slipped off the stool he had been sitting on, head previously resting on his hand and walked over to look at the stairs she was pointing to and then to the boxes cluttering up the dining room. He nodded slightly as she said that would be the first job and he quickly collected a few boxes, stacking one atop the other and began following her up the stairs.

Had Chase been paying more attention to what he was actually doing he would have realised he shouldn’t have carried three boxes at once. Not because they were too heavy for him but because they [i]should[/i] have been too heavy for him. As it was he found he sometimes had trouble focusing and thinking clearly around Carys and, as such, forgot that he was supposed to be holding back. Once inside the room that only could be described as a library he placed the boxes carefully down without so much as a grunt before looking around and taking in the sights around him.

“Don’t even worry about it. They’re not that heavy and that’s what I’m here for.” He smiled again, a casual grin as he walked over to the cellos, placing his fingers lightly on the wood but quickly pulling them away, not wanting to risk breaking what were undoubtedly very expensive instruments. “Do you play?” He asked, looking over to the girl as he stood up, backing away from the instruments just in case. Musically talented he was not, but he was more than able to appreciate those who were. It was hard. He remembered music classes in high school and it had been easily one of his worst classes. If he hadn’t been a half-decent singer he might have failed the class entirely.