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Date & Time: super backdated to about the 1st / 2nd
Location: the moon!! room whichever one these three were in
Characters: larissa dunbar, saul goodman, & wayne malloy.
Summary: the human lie detector moves into a room with two consummate liars. joy ensues.
Warnings: none

[ It had taken her a while to actually make her way to the room she was informed she was assigned to, for mostly the reason of it was slightly intimidating to consider that she was now stuck with at least one other person, possibly more. She didn't know how many people specifically, just that she would have 'possible roommates'.

So here she was, opening the door looking more than a little bit tired, briefcase slung over her shoulder and nothing else particularly on her but her clothes. She would have to get some sort of something, soon. Her possessions had suddenly dwindled quite a bit.

But here she was, and now she had to determine where to put her things and which bed to take. It should be simple enough to determine which were already taken, right? ]

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[Well, she can't have the bed that's currently occupied by a curious-looking gray cat, that's for sure.

Mike was asleep when her ear-and-a-half heard the door creak open. Expecting Saul or Wayne or Steph, she sprung to her paws, posture suggesting that she was about to pounce in greeting at any second... except the person she's staring at now is not Saul or Wayne or Steph, so she's quick to settle back down and fix Larissa with an appropriately suspicious stare.]

[ Larissa and Mike are not left alone together for too long; when Wayne is able to detach -- however briefly -- from his wife so she can see her room, he goes back to his intending to grab a minute or two alone with his thoughts.

No such luck, though: when he gets to his room, there's already someone inside that he doesn't recognize. ]

Uh... hi. Who're you?

[ Well then, not - that bed. Larissa is quite fond of cats, but as a general rule they tend to be not quite as fond of her at first. She suspects they can smell that she's nervous of their claws.

She turns around at the sound of the door opening, looks at him and sticks her hand out almost automatically, trying to smile a little. ]

Oh, I'm. They said this was my assigned room. I'm Larissa. Uh, Dunbar.

[Mike's not so good with smelling fear, but whatever it is Larissa's feeling doesn't go unnoticed by the cat — she looks to Wayne when he arrives, ears perked, then glances back to Larissa as if she's anticipating some further explanation.]

[ Wayne barely notices Mike with another person in the room, and he closes the door behind him carefully as he walks further in, holding his hand out too to shake hers.

He accepts the explanation, but makes a mental note to himself that his wife cannot find out one of his roommates was a woman. He says, friendly enough: ]

Looks like we're sharing, then. I'm Doug. Nice to meet you.

[ Oh. But. But he isn't, he just lied. Which bit she's not positive - it can't have been his name, right? Her smile falters a little but she takes his hand and shakes it, steps away. ]

Uh, nice to meet you too. I'm afraid I'm not really used to sharing.

Neither are we.

[And that would be Saul, poking his head past the door frame before stepping into full view with a bright grin tacked on.

#timing

Stretching his hand out, he says:] Saul Goodman. Ditto what Doug said.

[ Wayne notices the slight change in her expression -- or at least he thinks he does -- but Saul interjects before he really has a chance to think about it. Maybe he just imagined it, anyway; he steps back, too, putting his hands in his coat pockets. ]

Not since... uh, college, anyway. [ Earlier than that; he had roommates growing up, never went to college. ] But you get used to it, don't worry.

[ she takes his hand on even more automatic, can't quite hide this wince because she's never been all that good at subtlety or hiding really. they can't both be lying about their own names, can they? that's just unrealistic. ]

It's been since then for me too, though I suppose that wasn't all that long ago. I'm sure I'll get used to it soon, and I'm quiet. You'll hardly notice me, I promise.

[She winced. That's different.

Maybe he's got some static going on? He tries an apologetic smile, but there's no hiding his slight confusion.

Eh, whatever.]

Not allergic to cats, I hope?

Us, too-- barely even in our rooms, half the time.

[ He says it lightheartedly, ha ha see we're going to get along great!! and even smiles, though he looks at Larissa a little oddly. He looks at Saul, then taps his own ear. ]

Might be the... air pressure? We have air pressure up here, right?

Oh, no, I'm not allergic to cats. It'll be quite all right.

It might be air pressure? Perhaps I'm still getting used to the - the atmosphere. Or something.

(closed) on the sea and land over land

idk

no one is safe from cat initiation

well that's too bad

he'll turn up eventually I swear

we don't want a catastrophe on our hands

oh my god gabbie also i'm so sorry i'm this late

there's no time like slowtime~

there's no business like slow business

you are great gabbie

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