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[heavyhitter]

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[heavyhitter]

Uh huh.

[ Both to the fun times had and the undeniable truth of his assumption. Yeah, it’s bad, not sorry. She might’ve put a little effort into cleaning up if he gave her a return date, but ... that’s definitely a maybe. She turns to lean against the sink, arms folded, not at all minding that she’s leaned directly in the way of the trash bin. ]

Well, we had fun over here! [ Who is we? Good question. ] Looked around, Found lots of good restaurants. Do you guys have Indian food? Found a place that does something almost just like an Indian curry, but they call it something else. Fucking delicious.

[ Yeah, she seems pretty content to lean here, in the way, almost naked, all night. ]

[enelmord]

[Djel help him. Why is she still gabbing on and on, instead of putting her damned clothes on? He risks a glance over his shoulder, only to find that his way to the trash bin is thoroughly impeded by her hips. He then stamps out all thoughts of how nice and full her figure is by throwing his gaze to the ceiling. His fingers tighten around the stack of empty takeout containers.]

Can you at least move aside so I can clean up after you?

[Yes, this is a very interesting ceiling his eyes are attached to. No, his face is not pink; that must be a trick of the lighting.]

And no, I have no idea what Indian food is.

[heavyhitter]

[ She’s ready to keep going on about this Indian food, but — oh, yeah, she could move for him, couldn’t she. The trash in his hands hadn’t really connected with the trash bin behind her. Too bad, that would have been a funny thing to (intentionally) hold hostage. ]

Knock yourself out.

[ And she does slide over — then over further, on second thought, to take a sprawling seat at the kitchen table instead.

And since that flush, adorable as it is, doesn’t escape her: ] You can chill out, too. It’s not like I’m naked. [ Well. She is. It’s just a covered sort of naked. ] Perfectly decent!

[enelmord]

[As she plants herself at the kitchen table, Matthias stalks toward the sink with shoulders drawn stiff and eyes fastidiously averted. He pulls open the cupboard door to stuff the garbage into the bin. This is when she tells him to "chill out" — but her command seems to have the opposite effect.]

You are not perfectly decent! You're...you're— [He sputters, gestures at her, and then remembers he is not supposed to be looking at her. He spans his hand from temple to temple as he mutters to himself.]

A Fjerdan woman would die of shame to be seen like that. Even the West Stave girls must wear more.

[Not that he has ever visited Ketterdam's pleasure houses himself, but in Hellgate he heard plenty of colorful stories he would well do without.]

[heavyhitter]

[ With a derisive snort: ] Good thing neither of us is a Fjerdan woman then, huh?

[ She will, however, concede to crossing her legs. You’re welcome, Matthias. ]

I was in the shower, alright? What, you want me to shower in a hoodie and sweatpants?

[ Should she tell him about how much time she spent walking around the communal areas without the towel? Probably not. ]

[enelmord]

[Please, if he clutches these pearls any harder, they'll crumble back to sand...

Matthias stalks back to the living room to gather the remaining trash. He is all hard lines, from the tight shape of his shoulders to the frown tugging his face.]

Are you in the shower right now?

[Trassel, meanwhile, worn out from the day, has decided to lay across the couch. The armrest cradles his chin as his eyes follow his brother.]

[heavyhitter]

Why, you want me to be?

[ Point taken, actually, but he doesn’t have to be a little bitch about it. She rolls her eyes, and with a little flare of actually annoyance: ]

It’s my place too, asshole.

[ This is, actually, a fairly legitimate expectation to have of a roommate — but that doesn’t mean she’s feeling in the mood to oblige it at the moment. Later, maybe. Now she’s nearly naked as a statement. ]

[enelmord]

[While he's not quite above endless bickering that loops in circles, he sighs and decides that he might as well attempt to be the mature one here. Since he's already cleaning up after her and all.]

Look, I don't know how things are where you come from. But where I come from, it would be improper for a man and a woman to live together unmarried — or even spend time together unsupervised, for that matter. Maybe it is old-fashioned, but that's what I'm used to. So can you at least try to understand why this makes me uncomfortable?

[He feels a bit foolish having to explain, but it becomes easier to talk to her when he can focus on straightening up instead.]

[heavyhitter]

[ Ramir heaves a sigh at the explanation, but she does stand up. She was gonna get dressed at some point, may as well make it sooner than later. For her stupid roommate’s sake. ]

I get it, I just think it’s stupid as hell. You don’t wanna fuck, so, we’re not gonna. Nothing else to it.

[ She straightens her towel with a tug, snatches up the toothbrush from its temporary home by the kitchen sink, and starts back toward her room. Tossed over her shoulder as she goes, though: ] But just so we’re clear, I wouldn’t mind if you did wanna fuck!

[ She can’t resist, he’s earned himself some grief with his ridiculously straight-laced sensibilities. ]

[enelmord]

[Predictably, color floods his face for the crude words she tosses around with ease. He had been on his way to throw out another load of trash, but now he shifts his load so that he can scoop up a stray tank top that lies crumpled on the floor. As she vanishes down the hall, he lobs this after her.]

You're impossible!

[So much for being the mature one.]