The house was quiet, which wasn’t a usual thing. With so many of them living there, it was almost offputting when it was quiet, and it wasn’t the dead of night. Phil, Grant knew, was somewhere in the house, but he wasn’t sure where. Probably his office. He wouldn’t go anywhere without having told Grant. Trip and Lance had gone out for a run, it was easy to guess that Idaho probably went with them. Stretching their legs, as it were. Thinking about it, Grant regretted not going along. He could feel the itch beginning to take hold in the back of his mind. It had been nearly a week since his last Pack run. Plus, if Trip, Lance and Idaho had gone, there was a good chance that Leo might have agreed to go with them. Or, not. Grant walked into the kitchen, at the rear of the house, and nearly backed right out again. Leo was in there, alone, no Phil, no Trip, alone. Once upon a time, that might have been a good thing. Now, Grant was cognizent of the eggshells he walked on. It wouldn’t do him any good to pretend to walk away, though; Leo probably already knew he was there. Strengthening his resolve, Grant headed for the fridge, and the water bottle that would be his excuse for interrupting Leo’s peace.
I like your thought on boxy architecture :). But why do some architects not like them? Our proffessor in design has asked us not to make our architecture boxy, especially since our project only allows us to design the front and rear facades of the house, the right and left elevations are fire-walled. The proffessor said not to make it look like a container van. I get what he meant, but that would be difficult right? Where did this prejudice come from? How would you approach this problem? Thanks