[closed]

[strangle]

Date & Time: 4/19, day-ish
Location: Unit 401
Characters: Satero e Ankhar (strangle), Samhain (samham)
Summary: More roommate meetings!!
Warnings: Possible violence and extra screeching

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Satero hasn't seen his other roommate in days and he's not bothered by it. Quite honestly, he likes things better this way. There's no one telling him to stop screaming at the bathtub at four in the morning, or bitching at him about the holes in the wall, or asking him where all the kitchen knives went. He doesn't even have to go through the trouble of throwing a roommate's food out of the fridge to make way for more beer.

So all in all, he is fairly pleased about life. He is in a fairly good mood. And that makes him lazy.

Currently, Satero's sprawled out over the too-small couch in the living room, hanging the netbook upside down over his face as he tries to type something at the same time. His attempts are highly focused. Also highly unsuccessful.

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[strangle]

[ SHAKING HIS HEAD FURIOUSLY. That's stupid, Samhain, what sort of dumb logic is that. ]

I don't lose shit, not ever. Those are mine.

[ Satero would go over there and take them back himself if he weren't so lethargic right now. So instead he just reaches a hand out towards Samhain and wiggles his fingers. Gimme. ]

[samham]

[ and Samhain just. narrows his eyes. This guy. (He still won't forget how strong he'd been, though— there's no way that lesson is fading any time soon.)

But he's definitely not handing over the keys. So instead he lifts his eyes to the other doorways. ]

Which one is your room?

[strangle]

Uh. That one.

[ Satero points to one of the rooms. He's not sure that that's actually his room. If the room looks like a tornado went through it, that's probably his.

Whatever, man, he doesn't like those rooms anyway, this couch is so much better. But... waaait a second. ]

Hey. Don't go into my fuckin' room.

[samham]

I'm not. I wouldn't want to.

[ He pauses just long enough to deliver an ew god you're so gross look before starting for the room that hadn't been pointed to. It's a two out of three chance that it's not the tornado-infested room, right? Those are decent odds. ]

[strangle]

[ Satero blinks. And finally launches himself off the couch, landing on the floor with a heavy thud, and striding towards Samhain with his fists swinging. ]

Hey! I said don't go in, fucker!

[ Yes, Samhain, that's his room too. All of the rooms are his room. Duh. ]

[samham]

[ Oh, great. He drops into a slightly more balanced and readied stance, but doesn't move. ]

Is this one your room? You didn't say that. You said the other one was.

[strangle]

No. That's my room.

[ Satero stops just a little bit away from Samhain, feet apart, ready to lunge at Samhain should he even touch that door. ]

[samham]

[ He lifts both hands in a surrender gesture, but the scowl isn't going anywhere. ]

You should have said so.

[ He starts moving, warily, toward the second room. ]

[strangle]

[ Satero growls and quickly shuffles to try and put himself between Samhain and this door, too. ]

I said, that's my fucking room!

[samham]

[ What. He jerks to a stop, shoots a glance -- and then a point -- back at the door he'd just tried. ]

You said that was your room.

[strangle]

[ Satero looks at the other door. SHRUG. ]

Yeah? So? That is my room.

[samham]

You can't have both rooms.

[ ...or is it "all three"? he's sort of afraid to ask. ]

[strangle]

[ Satero explodes again, wide-eyed, fists up, snarling. ]

It's my fucking room!

[ Look, Samhain, Satero can't count to fucking three. There's only one room, okay? And it's his. GEEZ. ]

[samham]

[ He's starting to grasp the problem here.

The problem is that Satero is fucking crazy.

He stares for a long moment, before slowly, carefully: ] You only get one room. Pick it now.

[strangle]

Wh-- [ Oh Satero sees the game you're trying to play. NICE TRY. HE'S NOT DUMB. ] No! Fuck off, I already did.

[ He fumes for a second, shifting from foot to foot, grinding his teeth together, tightening his fists. Then he freezes. And points back towards the couch. ]

That's mine too.

[samham]

[ this







is going to be a long existence.
For a second he has to wonder if it's really worth it, but... well, it'd been pretty cold outside, and the ground had looked decently hard. He'd rather sleep in here, really. So he narrows his eyes, gives one decisive shake of his head. ]

No. We share that.

[strangle]

[ Satero's eye twitches. The hand he was using to point rolls into a fist. ]

No. I got there first.