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[ Charles is a man of long and slow, but productive days. The speed of modern day has never suited him, and when he feels overwhelmed he finds himself returning to his own brand of homesteading. His cabin deep in northern Ontario, with no neighbours to speak of save the wildlife and the trees, is purposefully disconnected in every way. The water comes from a well, the electricity from a few solar panels with a generator for backup, and the internet can barely pass for dialup and has to be manually turned on. ]
[ It's basically paradise. ]
[ Still, when he gets out here he has work to do. The winter months are on their way, which means there's firewood to gather and split, so that's what he's been doing today in the daylight hours he's managed to cobble together from his absolutely ruined sleep schedule. The handsome and rugged cowboy inside is a bit of a night owl and Charles hasn't been able to maintain his own hours while such an incredible distraction has been around. Not that he would particularly want to. ]
[ In fact, there's a giddiness in his heart as he comes back inside the cabin, the dusk waning to his back. He wonders if Arthur's up in bed still, and whether he'll make it to the shower to wash off the day's worth of sweat or if he'll be interrupted on the way. He doesn't announce himself, but he doesn't keep quiet either, as he hangs up his coat and sits down to untie his boots. To Arthur's keen senses, the smells and the sounds are announcement enough. ]
[ It's basically paradise. ]
[ Still, when he gets out here he has work to do. The winter months are on their way, which means there's firewood to gather and split, so that's what he's been doing today in the daylight hours he's managed to cobble together from his absolutely ruined sleep schedule. The handsome and rugged cowboy inside is a bit of a night owl and Charles hasn't been able to maintain his own hours while such an incredible distraction has been around. Not that he would particularly want to. ]
[ In fact, there's a giddiness in his heart as he comes back inside the cabin, the dusk waning to his back. He wonders if Arthur's up in bed still, and whether he'll make it to the shower to wash off the day's worth of sweat or if he'll be interrupted on the way. He doesn't announce himself, but he doesn't keep quiet either, as he hangs up his coat and sits down to untie his boots. To Arthur's keen senses, the smells and the sounds are announcement enough. ]
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