[Jacob is a lot easier to find, though. He could be the first to greet you out on the yard, a skeptical look to his eyes. Suspicious, even. He’s tired, beleaguered — maybe they just came from a job, and he doesn’t have time to deal with newcomers who can’t bother to call first.
Or if you’re supposed to be here, he might try to be vaguely more polite, asking:]
So why is it you’re here, exactly?
[Only vaguely.
Otherwise? He’s having a drink in at the bar inside the house, first floor. Or he’s outside, tending to… a large patch of dead flowers?
JACOB KYLE.
Or if you’re supposed to be here, he might try to be vaguely more polite, asking:]
So why is it you’re here, exactly?
[Only vaguely.
Otherwise? He’s having a drink in at the bar inside the house, first floor. Or he’s outside, tending to… a large patch of dead flowers?
Weird, but okay.]