Diego had barely had time to do anything close to even settling into a routine at the house he'd been told to live in upon his initial arrival. The only person he even really spoke to that he'd lived with was Rene and that was sparse and at random, at best. He didn't have much of anything to leave behind, or to bring with him into the new house. Whatever clothes could be crammed into a backpack, and his usual array of knives. He didn't need much, truth be told.
He hasn't had roommates since he left the Academy back home, at 17 years old. Even when he first went out on his own, he did everything entirely on his own. Lived in his car rather than be at anyone else's mercy, until he could get a crappy, rundown apartment. He isn't convinced this will go well, but at least they'll be together. Some of them on a constant basis, some of them in a swinging door policy, but still. As weird and screwed up as all of their varying relationships are with one another, these are still the only people that Diego would want to be around on anything like a regular basis.
Diego comes to a slow stop just behind Luther, standing there and staring up at the giant house set to outfit their entire brood, in varying stages of occupation at various times. "It's huge, innit?" Maybe not the most eloquent opening line, but what else is there to say, really? He hasn't lived in anything larger than his gym boiler room makeshift apartment in... more years than he'd like to put a number to, probably.
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He hasn't had roommates since he left the Academy back home, at 17 years old. Even when he first went out on his own, he did everything entirely on his own. Lived in his car rather than be at anyone else's mercy, until he could get a crappy, rundown apartment. He isn't convinced this will go well, but at least they'll be together. Some of them on a constant basis, some of them in a swinging door policy, but still. As weird and screwed up as all of their varying relationships are with one another, these are still the only people that Diego would want to be around on anything like a regular basis.
Diego comes to a slow stop just behind Luther, standing there and staring up at the giant house set to outfit their entire brood, in varying stages of occupation at various times. "It's huge, innit?" Maybe not the most eloquent opening line, but what else is there to say, really? He hasn't lived in anything larger than his gym boiler room makeshift apartment in... more years than he'd like to put a number to, probably.