[Lately, the flophouse feels like a battleground. Maybe that’s overly dramatic, but Stephen actually believes it an apt comparison: loud music in one area, competing for clearance throughout the building with another set of rotating tunes. A war of attrition from all sides with innocents caught in the middle — which he’d be more tolerant of if one of those sources wasn’t literally next door.
So Stephen, resident of room 10, makes his way to room 11 and knocks on the door.]
Harry? Harry! [He does not realize that Harry has had a roommate now for a hot minute.] I thought you were a disco man, not a Billy Joel kind of guy? Open up.
Or, more accurately: sometimes you get out of the shower, get dressed, and have a dance party by yourself because despite being stuck in Massachusetts away from something incredibly important you were doing. Today's a good day: he's been diving headfirst into helping people out and the response within the ADI community has been incredible, and he's managing to feed his entity or whatever it just enough that he can have a little of his power in case of emergencies and it hasn't bit him in the ass yet. Plus in general he's got a lot of nervous energy in that tiny little rat body of his, anyway, and it's not like he can get it out in ways he normally would in the 80s, so dancing it is.
Also, Kugrash can really cut a rug.
It's Billy Joel today, and Kugrash is in the middle of trading in his Chevy for a Cadillac-ac-ac-ac when he dramatically flings the door open, fully assuming it's Harry and hearing absolutely nothing of what the other guy was saying.
Good news: Kugrash is still in his human form and he's fully clothed, though he has a towel dramatically over one shoulder like a TV chef. The bad news: once he opens the door it's even louder. ]
What do you want? [ His voice consistently sounds gravelly and angry, though the roughness is hard to take seriously when he's wiggling his hips as he says it. Once Kugrash realizes who, exactly it is, his too-white teeth pull into a sneer that's supposedly his version of smiling. ]
[You gotta know by now, Billy Joel echoes from somewhere within the depths of his neighbor's room, greeting Stephen as the door flings wide and he finds... not who he was expecting.
The surprise is immediate, though it doesn't last terribly long on the doctor's face, peering in the way a nosy neighbor does when they're looking for something beyond who's cropped up at the front door. A glance past the doorframe, a linger, then back to the stranger at hand.]
Neighbor. [He echoes, with so very little effect.] That's news to me. You live here? With Harry?
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So Stephen, resident of room 10, makes his way to room 11 and knocks on the door.]
Harry? Harry! [He does not realize that Harry has had a roommate now for a hot minute.] I thought you were a disco man, not a Billy Joel kind of guy? Open up.
i'm very sorry for this man
Or, more accurately: sometimes you get out of the shower, get dressed, and have a dance party by yourself because despite being stuck in Massachusetts away from something incredibly important you were doing. Today's a good day: he's been diving headfirst into helping people out and the response within the ADI community has been incredible, and he's managing to feed his entity or whatever it just enough that he can have a little of his power in case of emergencies and it hasn't bit him in the ass yet. Plus in general he's got a lot of nervous energy in that tiny little rat body of his, anyway, and it's not like he can get it out in ways he normally would in the 80s, so dancing it is.
Also, Kugrash can really cut a rug.
It's Billy Joel today, and Kugrash is in the middle of trading in his Chevy for a Cadillac-ac-ac-ac when he dramatically flings the door open, fully assuming it's Harry and hearing absolutely nothing of what the other guy was saying.
Good news: Kugrash is still in his human form and he's fully clothed, though he has a towel dramatically over one shoulder like a TV chef. The bad news: once he opens the door it's even louder. ]
What do you want? [ His voice consistently sounds gravelly and angry, though the roughness is hard to take seriously when he's wiggling his hips as he says it. Once Kugrash realizes who, exactly it is, his too-white teeth pull into a sneer that's supposedly his version of smiling. ]
Howdy, neighbour.
don't be sorry, this is amazing
The surprise is immediate, though it doesn't last terribly long on the doctor's face, peering in the way a nosy neighbor does when they're looking for something beyond who's cropped up at the front door. A glance past the doorframe, a linger, then back to the stranger at hand.]
Neighbor. [He echoes, with so very little effect.] That's news to me. You live here? With Harry?
[Surely he hasn't moved out? Disappeared?]
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i need a second
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like a hypothetical rat?
like what if i found a really cute rat in a dumpster
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like
which one are we talking about though a rat liek pauly or a rat like hernando?
'cause pauly's a fucking dick
if you're worried about offending i guess i could just ask whatever rat you have if he's cool with it
you can have a rat roommate
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like I am
but i am a man
who is a rat
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i just get lonely sometimes. i wish i had a pet. or like...
a FAMILIAR!
2/3 i lied
yeah
ok
got it
so it's not offensive if i keep a rat is what you're saying
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so you're like thackery right?
he's the cat who's actually a boy but also a cat
apparently a witch did it
we get such a bad fucking rap
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and if you mistreat them ill fuckin know
but rats are kinda dumb they just want food and to follow the monarchy
holy shit
yeah actually that's almost exactly what happened
did thackery deserve it???
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but that sounds like a good deal. i accept if hernando does
and i dunno if he deserved it i mean he's like 15...
what'd you do to piss off a witch?
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Ah, shit. It is. ]
What didn't I do? I deserved it.
Hey pal, no judgement, but do you want a pet 'cause it's a cool idea or do you want a pet because you're just lonely or some shit?
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i get it man
[ Since Jeff, too, is a piece of shit who probably deserved his karmic comeuppance in the form of a demon frying his brain. ]
because i'm lonely and i like animals and think they're cool companions
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i mean you get it
i could turn into a golden retriever and lick your face
or is saying that weird
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that is like
that's the NICEST, SWEETEST thing anyone has ever offered to do for me
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not in a weird way