Couple minutes' walk, maybe. [ heine slings his own bag over his shoulder as they get off the bus. it's really not far off from the bus stop at this point.
the streets are still populated, but the sight of people walking around with duffel bags isn't all that strange. heine finds the right apartment building—relatively new, but still battered by the elements and the constant stress of being near the shore—and the right apartment on the second floor.
there's a spare key in the old place that he remembers, under a loose corner of carpet on the opposite side of the hallway. the inside of the apartment is unkept and messy, but not terrible. heine makes a face at the ground but puts the key into his pocket. ]
You can put your stuff wherever. Not like it's going to matter.
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the streets are still populated, but the sight of people walking around with duffel bags isn't all that strange. heine finds the right apartment building—relatively new, but still battered by the elements and the constant stress of being near the shore—and the right apartment on the second floor.
there's a spare key in the old place that he remembers, under a loose corner of carpet on the opposite side of the hallway. the inside of the apartment is unkept and messy, but not terrible. heine makes a face at the ground but puts the key into his pocket. ]
You can put your stuff wherever. Not like it's going to matter.