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[cynics]

Date & Time: 8/1-ish and noon
Location: unit 503
Characters: neku & nill
Summary: moving in is a thing
Warnings: n/a

[ getting the introductory speech about housing companions a month in advance didn't really do much in the lieu of mental preparation for something like this - especially since neku had more or less tuned all that stuff out once he'd gotten accustomed to temporary housing. he'd been struggling to remember how, exactly, the initial speech had gone ever since receiving his very belated apartment key in addition to the month's allowance after getting back from that "mission" that he still had sunburn to show for.

and now he'd been standing here at the doorway of this place, duffel bag in tote, for a lot longer than he should be. it's still hard to wrap his mind around the whole shared housing deal, but he's gotta move sometime -- he'll even tug his headphones down to around his neck before unlocking and subsequently opening the door.

...hesitantly entering, not necessarily feeling the need to quit lugging his (admittedly meager) bag of belongings over his shoulder just yet -- at least it wasn't rocks.

the first thing noticeable was how much ritzier the interior was compared to the temp area, no doubt, but there was something else. ]

Uhh... Hello?

[ . . . felt kinda empty. ]

Comments

[reassures]

[...Something occurs to her then though, and her expression drops into something embarrassed and maybe a little exasperated.]

Sherlock likes to bring back hookers. I think he has also broken into my room at least once. He doesn't steal anything-- he's just a little different.

[Which aren't exactly rules, but well... kid deserves a warning.]

[cynics]

[ neku is mentally nodding along as he reads her next message, thinking this is turning out to be a pretty sweet deal all things considered and that nill would be a chill roommate, until he notices her reaction when she tacks on something else - he blames it on forgetting a detail or something like that, but then he... reads... the detail.......

his mouth kind of drops. ]

What the hell -- ? [ this sherlock guy again. ] What is he, crazy!?

[reassures]

[Yeah, that was about her reaction when she find out, too. Except she found out because she heard it through the wall, as far as the hookers go, and breaking into her room... well. The telepath thing makes finding something like that out easily enough.

She doesn't really blame him for not liking that detail about Sherlock, though.]

He's a little different.

[How else does she... explain Sherlock Holmes...]

He's difficult to live with. If he causes any trouble for you, let me know and I'll talk to him.

[AS WELL AS SHE CAN anyway...]

[cynics]

( ...Different? Try Captain Cuckoo. )

[ his bad habit of wanting to deal with things on his own kicks in, but the fact that she used a tablet to "talk" makes him feel like dismissing her offer would be the best thing to do, so he sort of waves his hand when her second statement pops on-screen. ]

Um... That's OK, I'll just...do what it takes to deal. ( Somehow. )

[ the way she talks about him, though. ]

...Guess you've been dealing with him for a while then, right?

[ sort of...wondering how long she's been here. ]

[reassures]

[Admittedly, she's not very good at "talking" to their roommate. He isn't a very patient man, and so actually getting the message she wants to across can be problematic at times. She's a little concerned about how Neku will manage with Sherlock, though...]

A month or two. He hasn't been here very long. Everyone else that used to live in this apartment has left.

[cynics]

[ is his prickly personality as obvious as his hairstyle oh no... he's working on his own communication-with-people problems, at least. slowly but surely. what an odd household this will be.

neku raises an eyebrow. ]

...Left? So they switched apartments?

[reassures]

[Only a little... It's more that she's worried he won't have the kind of patience necessary to deal with Sherlock. She can barely manage it most days. It should be an interesting living arrangement, to say the least.

She shakes her head.]

Only one of them moved. I don't know where he went-- the names of the others aren't on the list of people here anymore. Most people think that when you leave you go home.