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AND THEN THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Dusty, crammed, stale — you've hit the real estate jackpot with your recent abode. And you're even #blessed with roommates.

o1. Post a top level with some of your character's quirky, funny, sad or standout domestic habits everyone can enjoy. ( "That fourth lizard tail's a bit awkward." "They're always stealing everyone's fancy conditioner." "That guy, watching you sleep." )

o2. Tag around with your character's IC reactions: questions, passive aggressive post-its, gentle encouragements to stop watering that plant, wholesome suggestions, etc.

o3. Threads can stay game canon — break the ice on some new CR. Why not?

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[ Why are you this way... ]

I'll make do. [ Looking through his papers now and frowning when he can't follow his own logic. Are there pages missing? He looks back up to consider him briefly. ]

You don't look busy. In the meantime, I'd appreciate it if you chased away any children before they decide to entertain themselves by making a mess of my work. It's not a bad idea to keep a guard by the window anyway.

We sign contracts, love, we don't do kindness commissions.

( said lazily, licyn not particularly concerned. the antics of children, as long as they stay away from ancient ruins and potential ghoul... well, now he wants to check on kaneki, but that's neither here nor there.

his worries with children, outside of the practical, are supernaturally specific. those situations are unlikely to happen while rifling papers or opening windows to catch an errant, misguided breeze. )

So if you're happy to pay, I'm happy to play paper-guardian.

[ Five would be impressed that he jumped at the opportunity, but that could have been his plan all along. Then again, he’s too busy to chase away children every time he’s working and money isn’t really important to him.

How hard is it to just not touch his things? ]

What do you charge?

( Very hard, especially for children, who are built with hands, poor sense of separation between self and outside world, and curiosity by the buckets. )

You're that serious, love?

( he wasn't joking about contracts, but really, this is a whole different level of silly guardianships. )

[ His eye twitches every time he calls him 'love'. But he's more annoyed that he might have been joking when he suggested a contract, which just makes Five double down. ]

I've got more important things to do, and you look like someone who can handle scaring children away.

Three gold per day, either scheduled mealtimes or you pay for meals brought here, from the wee morning hours to when the little ones are tucked into their beds. No overnight coverage.

( oral contracts honestly are not his thing, but he'll see. one chance, hm? )

[ He came prepared with terms. Shouldn't be surprising, but still.

Is it overkill to go through this much trouble just to see that his notes stay where he leaves them? Absolutely not. Until he gets his own apartment back, it seems fine to him. ]

You'll have food sent to you. And you keep the windows shut.

Hardly smells any better with them open.

( he holds out his hand, eyebrows still quirked. time to shake on it. )

Starts as soon as you first pay.

[ Five raises an eyebrow, but only because he hasn’t noticed the smell. Anything that’s not rotting bodies tends to escape him.

He’s agreeable to that arrangement. Transactional relationships are always his preference anyway, and he shifts the papers in his hands to shake the offered hand.

Once that’s out of the way, he pulls back to search his pockets, eventually retrieving three coins. He sets them on top of the papers near the mantle.

Then, reconsidering, he takes one paper back to look over before gesturing to the rest. ]

You’re on the clock.

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