Leslie tilted her head at him and smirked slyly; "Charmed," she said.
Michael opened the door and led the way out the door.
Just one step into the cold air and he already began to shiver; a gift of wind blew through his woolen sweater, and he clutched himself until if past by. The cold air tingled in his nose, and the heat within his core was extinguished a little more with every breath of icy air.
Though he tried to aim his thoughts elsewhere, he kept looking around to his current situation. But it wasnt all that bad; he had been wanting to leave there; it was barely an excuse of a home, and he deserved something at least a little decent. He did have a little bit of money left, what Mother had left him before heading off that winter. And all he was using it for currently was coats and trousers and hats. He suddenly stopped and spun on a coin, facing Puck.
"Where in the world would I bring all my furniture and stuff?" He asked.
"Why even are we going to move out my stuff? I should probably find a new place to move to first." He laughed and slapped his hips with his hands. Without delay, he set off down the road. "A good place around here's got to cost about five or so gold coins for the first two weeks. I'll have to pay for it completely when my mother gets back by then, and gives me more. But I've got 5 gold in my purse right here," he said, lowering his voice, and pat his pocket.
