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Date & Time: July 31st, morning
Location: 405 kitchen
Characters: Magnus Martinsson and Simon Bellamy
Summary: The awkward first breakfast meeting between new roommates.
Format: Prose or action (matters not! \o/)
Warnings: shouldn't be anything other that Magnus's fowl moods.

Mornings. It's not that he wasn't a particular fan of them - it was more that with mornings came the inevitable reminder of paperwork and other tediousness that was more than likely to present itself during the long day ahead. But it was routine, and with all the complaints he could think of, he went to work and stayed there all night because he actually did enjoy what he did.

But this was entirely different. It felt odd, to wake up in a different bed, to remember of the place he was currently in, to be thoroughly disappointed to discover once again that this wasn't a dream.

Body sore from a restless sleep, Magnus shuffled his way into the kitchen, hand raking through disheveled curls. He needed coffee - something that was constant, and accessible and almost comforting. And while he fumbled around with the coffeemaker - a muttered cuss or two as he tried to figure it all out - he thought he heard another sound behind him, which in turn made him turn around with his half-filled cup, to rest his eyes on a teenager.

Oh, this must be his new roommate. "Well, ugh, morning," he guessed, as he raised the cup lightly, before taking a drink. This was going to be only mildly awkward...

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Simon had been adjusting to his new situation as best he could. Exploring the training facility and other parts of the city during the day (replacing his orange jumpsuit with something less conspicuous), holing up in his room with the netbook at night. It had only changed slightly since Alisha arrived the day before. He had stopped by her door, listening at it. It took him only a moment to realize it was slightly ajar - and a quick peek inside told him it was empty. The only sound in the flat was coming from the kitchen, but the disgruntled voice was a man's.

He watched his flatmate struggle with the coffemaker, but the man turned around just before he finally got the nerve to open his mouth and offer assistance.

"Good morning," he replied, trying for a friendly smile.

Edited 2012-07-31 23:39 (UTC)

Yes, it was a wise move on Simon's part, to be rid of that orange jumpsuit. With a cop for a flatmate, he wouldn't want the added side-eyeing, and god only knows Magnus was good at that. Though a quick glance-over told him that this one was younger - a teen, perhaps - which caused for an inward frown.

A sigh, pushed out through thinned lips. The smile isn't returned simply because Magnus would either have to be in an exceptionally good mood to return one, or perhaps a bit drunk. And he was neither of those things at the moment. There's a pause, a beat of uncertainty of what would be the best way to continue but he decides on stepping a bit forward, with an outstretched, offered hand. "Magnus Martinsson,"
and after a brief thought. "Coffee?"

Because he was clearly one for many words in the morning; but the offer was maybe a way to lighten the mood. Or something. Honestly, he was shit at this.

The smile twitched its way off his face. There was a slight pause before Simon reached out his own hand, grasping the offered one for a short handshake.

"Simon Bellamy." They had spoke briefly on the network, but he gave his name again anyway. His gaze turned at the coffee and he nodded slowly. "Yes. Thank you."

After another pause (this morning he is all awkward starts and stops, his thought process is written all over each movement) Simon seated himself at the table, looking over his flatmate to see if he could spot the weapon the man must have chosen when he arrived. Which reminded him -

"The third roommate. She arrived the yesterday."

Edited 2012-08-02 23:20 (UTC)