Let's say this happens earlier in their relationship o/
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One thing he normally appreciated about his new living arrangements was the part where he had his own room, all the way towards the back of the tenement, a nice safe insulated haven from the chaos of the main street. Here, it was just him and the radiator’s soothing hum, the regular ticking of the chronometer on the wall, the quiet click and sizzle of tool and machine in his hands…
The downside to this was the part where they both had the keys to it.
“…and you know it’s true what they say about the reaptime festivals in Monoceros, they’ve got the most fantastic booze both ends of the continent, I got us a couple bottles of this one potato thing that’s got a kick so hard you’ll see the [Dolphinacorn]’s—“
“I’m trying,” he said, very patiently, “to work.”
“I know. That’s what I like about Slim, he’s always a hardworking guy~”
“You’re using my shoulders for armrests, it’s just a little distracting when you ramble, and stop calling me Slim.”
“Sure thing, Slim.” Continuing to drape annoyingly all over him. He briefly wondered if it would be all that bad to jab the solder iron at that guy’s knuckles. Justified self-defense? Maybe he’d get away with a fine.
“Don’t you have those travelogues or whatever to write? Somewhere else? ...in a room that, you know, isn’t mine?”
“Just thought I’d give ya a preview! And company! It’s not healthy hanging all the time in a room with no windows, you really oughta get out more, Slim.”
“I get out plenty enough, and stop calling me--”
He just missed singing his own thumb when the hand ruffled his head, and when he turned his head to yell at him that guy was already one foot out the door, laughing.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2010-09-26 12:41 am (UTC)---
One thing he normally appreciated about his new living arrangements was the part where he had his own room, all the way towards the back of the tenement, a nice safe insulated haven from the chaos of the main street. Here, it was just him and the radiator’s soothing hum, the regular ticking of the chronometer on the wall, the quiet click and sizzle of tool and machine in his hands…
The downside to this was the part where they both had the keys to it.
“…and you know it’s true what they say about the reaptime festivals in Monoceros, they’ve got the most fantastic booze both ends of the continent, I got us a couple bottles of this one potato thing that’s got a kick so hard you’ll see the [Dolphinacorn]’s—“
“I’m trying,” he said, very patiently, “to work.”
“I know. That’s what I like about Slim, he’s always a hardworking guy~”
“You’re using my shoulders for armrests, it’s just a little distracting when you ramble, and stop calling me Slim.”
“Sure thing, Slim.” Continuing to drape annoyingly all over him. He briefly wondered if it would be all that bad to jab the solder iron at that guy’s knuckles. Justified self-defense? Maybe he’d get away with a fine.
“Don’t you have those travelogues or whatever to write? Somewhere else? ...in a room that, you know, isn’t mine?”
“Just thought I’d give ya a preview! And company! It’s not healthy hanging all the time in a room with no windows, you really oughta get out more, Slim.”
“I get out plenty enough, and stop calling me--”
He just missed singing his own thumb when the hand ruffled his head, and when he turned his head to yell at him that guy was already one foot out the door, laughing.