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[By some miracle, his former roommate had disappeared. Maybe the fae had finally gone easy on him for his loyalty, or perhaps he'd just gotten lucky.

Either way, Eito had wasted no time after the hunt in fixing up HIS room again. The extra bed could stay, but everything would be as neatly ordered and thoroughly cleaned as he wanted. Especially when his new fae traits meant he was occasionally shedding fur...

So there he was, just casually cleaning the windows with what passed for a cleaning solution here (more magic than chemical, but it still had the intended effect) when someone opened the door.]

What are you doing in my room? Get out!

Your room? This is my room!

[ Adachi stammers for a few seconds before he manages to get out: ] My-m-m-my name is beside the door and everything...

[ He closes the door behind him just in case he needs to summon Magatsu-Izanagi to teach this dumbass a lesson about who's damn room this is. ] Who even are you anyway?

[Eito is glad he keeps his Infuser on him at all times, just in case. He doubts killing this guy will do much besides make a bloodstain, but if he tries anything.]

This has been my room for months! And the Countess said--

[No, she did not say. In fact, she was quite vague and elusive. Maybe she meant he was just spared of his old roommate for a little bit.

So he exhales, slowly, through his teeth. He's clearly furious at the situation.]

Ah. You must be. My new roommate. [He smiles. It's very, very forced.]

[ Adachi did see another nameplate outside the door, but he kinda ignored it in the relief he had to finally lay down on a real bed. So... Fine. He could probably survive having a roommate. ]

Adachi. [ He introduces himself. ] Tohru Adachi.

[ A beat, and then: ] You look just positively thrilled about it. Don't worry, I don't plan on cramping your style by staying in here all the time anyway. [ He's happy to mostly just leave this guy alone. ...Mostly being the key word. ]

[Tohru Adachi. He remembers that name from somewhere. The network, he's pretty sure. But he's too wound up right now to think about it very much.]

Well, you can see my name on the nameplate.

[Ah. Was he so obvious? He smiles more widely. It's not more convincing.]

Don't take it personally, but I don't want any roommate, and there's nothing you can do to change that. Wait, actually, I have an idea!

You could go kill yourself. Find a way to get rid of yourself permanently. You'd be doing us all a favor!

[ For the briefest of seconds, Adachi looks surprised. Maybe even hurt. And then he scowls, ditching his dopey detective persona for his own personality. ] Tch. You sound like my fuckin' parents. [ Not that they'd ever actually told him anything of the sort, but he could always feel it bubbling under the surface ever since he became a teenager and the family disappointment along with it. ]

That the best you got? "You're a loser, kill yourself?" Kinda a boring option, isn't it? [ His eyes flash yellow. A trick of the light, probably. ] You want me to die and leave you alone so damn bad, why don't you come over here and do it yourself?

[Eito stares at him for a moment. He's not all that surprised at the idea of parents being so terrible, but he does make a note of it.

It... is a bit boring. Eito is, for a moment, ashamed of himself. But he won't let Adachi know that. Still, he sizes the other man up and considers.]

...No. I literally just cleaned, and I don't want to clean up your disgusting blood and guts.

[He sighs.]

Besides, they'd just replace you with someone else. I need a more permanent solution.

You said to reach out...
Don't worry. No one's bothering me.
I just thought I'd say hello.

I work at the BaE about four evenings a week. If you wanted to stop by, I see no reason not to put a beer for you on my tab.

[Stop being weird, Nancy.]

[ ...Is. Is he being asked out for a drink? Holy shit. Holy shit. ]

Oh hey, Nance. (Can I call you Nance?)
I'd love to meet you there sometime near the end of your shift and have a drink.
Some night you guys aren't too busy.

[He is. People tend to get to know each other over drinks here, and as far as Nancy can tell, there's nothing strange about her asking a potential friend to get a drink. Plus, she really likes drinks, and it'd be good to have another ally.]

How'd you know that was my nickname, hmm? 'Course you can call me that.

Perhaps Thursday? That's a relatively quiet evening.

I'm a VERY good detective. [ Lucky guess. ]

And Thursday evening sounds perfect. I'll see you then.

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backdated to room assignments. coming here instead of a log because im lazy

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cw suicide baiting? i dont even know man

god LMFAO

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