A House with a Mural, Wales, Monday

The mural stretched along the entirety of one living room wall. There were palm trees on it, a beach, some sea, a nice blue sky.

It was not exactly Michelangelo.

Still, it had a certain... something.

The real estate agent blabbing away in the background took away some of the ambiance, but Mitchell wasn't interested in her at all. Until...

"So it's the three of you, is it?"

He looked up. "A friend will be joining us later," he said.

( 'That's...' George attempted, then immediately gave up on it, his pointed finger still sticking overeagerly, a bit sheepishly up in the air. )

Half an hour later, Mitchell was sending out distracted change-of-address text messages, and the place was, for all intents and purposes, theirs.

[[ open, chiefly for one, but also for any phone calls and so on. taken from Being Human 3x01. ]]