Welcome home, Myself.

It's been long.
Much too long.
WAY too long, since Kirk Delacruz had found himself even within' 5 feet of his very own god damn house.

And yet, here he was about 5 months later- At the end of the sidewalk where the taxi had dropped him and his dog off. His fist clenched as he held the dark purple leash in his grip tightly, god, he didn't know how this could have ever been so exciting before. Just to know that he could return to everything after just...dropping off the face of the earth. He hoped that no one forgot him, and most of all, he hoped that no one was mad. He knew exactly who he hoped wasn't mad. And he knew exactly who might just be a little mad; hurt, even.

A sigh escaped through his clenched teeth as he looked down with his empty sockets to the thick, black dog that waited patiently at his feet. "Socca," his expression softened, and a small grin slipped onto his face. "We're home."

Two seconds later the hunter and his companion were at the door, beast scratching at the decoratively painted metal door with stubby tail wagging in excitement while Kirk nearly the same, his hands fumbling for the keys in his pocket. Shit, this was extremely difficult. His fingers could hardly stay still once the key was brought up to the door knob, and he found himself leaning his head against the door anxiously with closed eyes. He didn't know why, but he was just, so. Excited. It was when he felt warm tears prickle in the corners of his eyes did he know that maybe he was too excited, but all for good reasons, right? Of course he had a good reason to cry. He was returning to everything that made him feel at home- returning to his proper place in the world, and returning to everything he had known to be what made his life what it was. What made it somewhat...enjoyable. As soon as the door was opened, both of his hands relaxed causing one to let go of the leash which contained the fussing dog, who was now letting out whimpers of ecstaticment.

Socca immediately took off inside the house, and the tall hunter couldn't help but let out a bona fide laugh filled with complete fervor. It was unfathomable, this good feeling that he was getting in the pit of his stomach and it just couldn't help but show its self. "Holy, fucking, shit." Kirk's sockets widened as finally started paying attention as to what was in front of himself; a completely refurbished foyer, that met almost exactly what he had wanted. It was almost as if it was a fucking miracle. To describe it nigh perfectly, the roof was high, and instead of a single, secluded room, there were three hallways; one forwards, and a single one on the left and right sides of the room that also curved to the back.
When Kirk looked down in front of himself, there was a waist high circular table placed on a rug in the middle. On said table was a potted plant. When he'd come down to help rebuild a part of his house, he'd never gotten to see the inside. He'd only helped with the roof...and now this. He grinned, god it looked so neat in here. As he walked up to the table, he couldn't help but slide his feet across the polished, dark-chestnut flooring that seemed to outstretch through the halls as well. His clawed hands absently brushed through the leaves on the plant placed on the table, while his vision lifted upwards to the hanging, glass chandelier attached to the ceiling. Fuck.

What was a HUNTER doing with such nice things? Such a nice house? Such a mind as to actually REPAIR his house like this? He raked the facial hair under his bottom lip with his teeth in thought. No. He had to shake that stupid thought- he was still a human. He still had a mind, and he could still live like a normal person. He hoped. Fuck he hoped.

Next he found himself venturing down the short hall to the right. It wasn't too shocking to find the dining room, though it was pretty damn pleasing to see the state it was in. More of the wooden flooring that he found himself enjoying to slide on was one thing. Another was the size of the room had been expanded, and he nodded in approval because now his table fit better into it. This was good. It radiated a very home-esque feel that he couldn't help but suck in a deep breath towards. Everything smelled so new. So refreshing.

The walls were a darker-red sort of colour and decorated with a few colourful paintings here and there along with some wall lamps. A very warm room, which fit the scenario that would be played upon the room in its self. In the back right corner, there was a small bar as there had been before. THANK GOD. It would have been intently disheartening to see if that weren't there- but much to Kirk's appreciation, it was. He then walked past the table and in through a door way that was signifying the kitchen. Other than the bedroom, he could easily dub this room to be his most favourite. In here, the walls were a bright white -which he wouldn't have wanted it any other way- and the ceiling was low. He walked up to an island in the middle of the room, and reached his hand up to skim over a bountiful amount of utensils that were hung to a utensil ceiling rack (ex. http://media.kohls.com.edgesuite.net/is/image/kohls/395157?wid=400&hei=400&op_sharpen=1 ). The pots and pans clanged against each other which was a sweet music to Kirk's ears.

He was ready to move on, and shifted back into the foyer. Though, he already knew what was down the center hall, so the next destination was the 'left wing', dare it be called. This hallway exceeded the length of the other, which stirred an unbearable curiosity in the bulky hunter's mind. Once he reached a door, he couldn't help but smirk as his hand gripped onto the handle and shoved it open eagerly. Ah yes, the main bedroom. It wasn't big, no, instead it was much smaller than it had been- though big enough to provide a welcoming comfort. He flopped down on the bed, and closed his sockets for a few moments so he could just absorb his surroundings. It was even better though, because now the room could finally be painted his most favourite colour ever- a dark, royal purple. Another laugh started to escape through his tunnel of an esophagus, and he was glad no one was around to see or hear this. He might have sounded god damn crazy at this point, though little would the naked eye know that he was just so extremely happy...

Kirk's minute rest was ended quickly as he felt a wet tongue drag its self across his face a few times. "Hahaha. Socca!" he growled playfully and reached behind himself on the bed to grab at his big Rottweiler puppy. He could hardly call her a puppy anymore. She had grown so much that she wasn't exactly a little puppy anymore, but he still loved her all the same. She pawed at his shoulders then laid down, beginning to thrash around on the blanket to rub her scent in. Kirk grinned and shoved at her, his heart nearly melting at such a sight...even if it was an often one. He eventually got up, and looked towards the open closet. Just the way he liked it. That covered half of the back wall, while the other had the bed set up against it. Looking to the other side of the wall, were two doors. He was pretty sure he knew which was behind each of them- the left side containing a bathroom, and the right leading into the living room. He'd not requested that much more had been done to the house other than the front, but it still felt amazing just to be home. May as well look around just for old times sake. After all, the house had been cleaned, and the floors replaced.

Damn these floors are fun to slide on.

Instead of taking the door that directly lead to the living room, Kirk ventured through the bathroom that also had a door leading to said room. He exited out into it, and with a wide, happy expression, clapped his hands together at the mere sight of how similar the room had been before he'd left. The only thing that even WAS different, was the flooring. Seriously. He slid across the floor until he bumped into the couch, and turned his head to look up at the large flat screen T.V that he remembered not using much of anymore. A small frown took over, but not for long because now wasn't the time, and he knew that. He knew that times have changed, but there was no use lingering on it. Best to make the best out of everything that he could. Plus, no one was preventing him from using it! Jeez. His gaze shifted once more to the staircase leading up the back wall to the single door, where, he knew lead to a room in which the pool resided.

Just one peek. After traversing up the stairs, Kirk opened the door and poked his head in, gingerly biting his lower lip as the lit up pool in the pitch black room radiated it's crystal clear glow. Another warm feeling. He figured he'd been abusing the use of his pool as well as the T.V by lacking swimming in it. This was going to change. Especially now that on the side of the pool was another bar. Oh hell yes.

Hell.
Fucking.
Yes.

He just felt spoiled now; but it was a damn good feeling. He knew he'd for sure have to easy up on the usage of his cash or else it could slip away from his grasp like a fisherman trying to catch a fish with his hands. A fairly sized fish, but a fish regardless. Mmm fish...Anywho. Kirk nodded reassuringly. He knew he could handle taking more care of his money now. It wasn't like he went around and spent it like a teenage girl and her first credit card- he was actually pretty decent with it. The house though, it had to be done.

He pulled his head back and shut the door. Just one more place he needed to visit so he could cope a complete knowledge of the whole, 'being back at home' feel.
He walked to the right side of the living room which held another set of two doors. One was another bathroom which contained a washer and a dryer, and the other lead to the basement. He opened the door which lead to the lower of the house, and stepped onto the carpet flooring of the top of the stairs. He never asked them to touch the basement. Hard wood flooring everywhere, except for the basement. Nobody should have went even close to the basement. He quickly hopped down the stairs, and admired the room that he used to be oh so familiar with many years ago. A pool table, a lamp hanging above said table to brighten the game, a couch, a tv, a book case, and to the left side of the room, one. More. Door. The tall hunter walked to this door, and slowly, ever so slowly, opened it.

Ah yes, the red room. It was like sweet candy to his eyes, the blood red walls, the bright red sheeted bed, the silky red pillow cases...and the soft dark red rug that snugly accepted the weight of his feet. He walked up to the bed, and placed his knees down on it as he stared. He could feel his cheeks warming up, flushing to match the colour of the room. Never would he forget the things that happened in this room, and never would he want to. Hell, if he had the chance, he's make 'em happen again.

Shit, he hoped he had a chance.

Kirk slowly leaned down onto the bed, and flexed his claws gently against the material of the blanket.

Boy did it feel good to be home.



((No reply please. Just giving a mental visual of Kirk's house I suppose, and trying to get back into his character a little. Been so long since I've roleplayed him <3 Also, once I get it done I'll put up a simple, sketchy, birds-eye-view visual of the inside of his house so this makes more sense. IDK! Halla.))