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Date & Time: June 24, sometime during the day
Location: Apartment 710
Characters: Artie Nielsen and Hubert Oswell
Summary: Roomies finally getting to know each other?
Warnings: None

[It's not that Hubert hasn't been in his own assigned rooming, just that he hasn't really had the chance to stay there. Of course, he's figured out who's there and all, but at the moment it wasn't a good time to actually take the chance to get to know them. Not when he had to look out for his friends and family, and not with that bombing that just occurred.

But now it was high time to just rest, as much as that word scarcely existed in Hubert's dictionary. Both emotionally and physically he's worn out -- that bombing definitely had taken a toll on him on top of the virus that had affected the citizens. He didn't feel sick, but perhaps his perseverance had overridden any sense of illness he may have had. When he arrived at his room, he put away his weapon, hiding it in a compressed form in his pocket then sat on the couch. Legs crossed, he took off his glasses then pinched the bridge of his nose.

He's normally not an advocate of drinking, but perhaps even the Captain could indulge him in something on the rocks.]

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[for his part, Artie had been reluctant to return to his room until he was absolutely certain of two things: (1) the premises were safe and stable, and (2) Claudia was 1000% recovered from the virus and could handle herself. as such, he'd spent the last few days since the bombing in her company, stubbornly fending off a barrage of Old Man jokes, barbs, and general young adult crankiness before he felt satisfied that his protege was back to her usual self.

even though his bed hadn't had nearly enough time to formally become His Bed, he still found himself longing for it when he trudged through the apartment door. maybe not to sleep, no, but sitting on it with a nice book and a cool drink ... and maybe, if Mahdi had been baking recently, a cookie or two. he headed straight for the kitchen, and it took him a second to realize that someone else was actually there. stopping at the kitchen door, he hesitated a moment, then turned around]

Oh...!

Uh. Hello. [he flashed the young man a slightly awkward smile] You must be my, uh -

[he gestured around the apartment] - you know. Uh. [for God's sake, Nielsen, brain some words]

Roommate! Yes. ... I'm Artie. Artie Nielsen.

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[Well isn't that just wonderful. At least he could put two and two together, but it's quite obvious from Hubert's standpoint that he isn't cautious. Either this is really good or really bad. Nevertheless, Hubert places his glasses back on, stands up and approaches the man. Manners were one of his strong points, so he may as well show them off.]

Hubert Oswell, Lieutenant of-- [Right, titles and formalities as such are rather useless here, and no one aside from his brother and friends even knows what on earth he's talking about.]

I'm Hubert Oswell and I will be residing in this residence per the Initiative's assignment.

[He still sounds stuck up, though. Sorry, old habits die hard.]

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Well, you don't have to make it sound like a death sentence, Lieutenant. [the kid was reminding him of Myka in her first days at the warehouse, and he couldn't help but smile, tired as he was.]

I was just getting a cold drink, let me make you one, too...

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It may as well be considering I have much to do back at home. There's also the fact that being here implies my world is still in danger, and I am not entirely sure how to interpret such.

[Yeah, well, he's used to working all the time. That's all he's used to. Downtime is sacred to him, meaning that there's literally nothing he can do at the moment -- which is kind of what this is. But there's still that unnerving feeling.

In any case, he sighs.]

Yes, a water will do fine. Thank you.

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Pretty sure everyone's worlds are in danger. [Artie ducks into the kitchen and returns with water, a lemonade, and a plate of brownies]. The most we can do is do our best and hope that we get to go back and help soon. ... Until then, brownie? They're from a little place I found a couple weeks ago.

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Yes, ah... sure.

[Honestly, he's not really sure how to handle such hospitality, it's... kind of new to him. Scratch that, he's not used to sincere hospitality.

So to be the 'nice roommate', he grabs a brownie and takes a bite.

They're... actually pretty good.]

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[even if he'd made them himself, they'd still be decent, really. he got lucky finding the bakery, though, and he knows it. he smiles, taking a bite of his own brownie and sinking into a chair with a content sigh. now that's the stuff. sugar.]

Were you at war, at home, too?

[it's a sound enough deduction to make, he thinks, since he's got a military title and was talking about a world in danger]