As much as he tried to play it cool, Hiccup found himself grinning inwardly at Astrid's reactions. It was a rare glimpse at the girl's curious side and he couldn't get past the thought that she was easily letting her tough exterior slip. Then again, they were alone in the apartment; it was safer, in a way, to let things like this slip in private.
He stayed where he was as she poked around the rooms like a cat, crossing his arms loosely over one another. From what he could tell, she was starting to settle in just fine. It was rough, but it was expected.
And then he sort of lost track of her for one moment. She was just standing there on the carpeting a while ago. Eyelids fluttered rapidly as he straightened up again away from the wall. "Astrid?"
When she called, he perked, shuffling around in the direction of her voice. A hand reached out, palm placed flatly onto the wall as he halfheartedly swung himself around the corner to see the girl sticking her face into the ice box.
"A refrigerator. Always stays cold in there," he replied plainly, leaning his head against painted plaster. He couldn't help but look smitten. "It helps preserve the food."
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He stayed where he was as she poked around the rooms like a cat, crossing his arms loosely over one another. From what he could tell, she was starting to settle in just fine. It was rough, but it was expected.
And then he sort of lost track of her for one moment. She was just standing there on the carpeting a while ago. Eyelids fluttered rapidly as he straightened up again away from the wall. "Astrid?"
When she called, he perked, shuffling around in the direction of her voice. A hand reached out, palm placed flatly onto the wall as he halfheartedly swung himself around the corner to see the girl sticking her face into the ice box.
"A refrigerator. Always stays cold in there," he replied plainly, leaning his head against painted plaster. He couldn't help but look smitten. "It helps preserve the food."