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[reactionary]

WHO: Blue Beetle II (oww_myhead), Rorschach (reactionary)
WHERE: Dan's apartment
WHEN: Wednesday morningish
WARNINGS: naaaaah
SUMMARY: Rorschach is in your house eating your food what do you do.
FORMAT: para.

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[oww_myhead]

It's like a bad flashback.

It starts pretty easy. After work, him and Dan had some beers, shared vague stories without much detail because they have kind of too much in common, some laughs because Ted shares bad jokes, and the night was over somewhere along the line.

He'd like to go into detail on some stuff sometime; Ted's not much of a guy for secrets, but some stuff is still sore, particularly when he still occasionally receives migraines and tries to grit through it. He isn't sure if it's because of how he died, or because of his stupid ability.

Now the day really begins, early morning -- about sevenish -- and Ted rises, in his boxers, sleepily heading into the kitchen. Wordlessly, he goes right to the fridge, digging in for the milk--

Stops.

There's some guy in a fedora messing around in the kitchen.

Ted squints at the stranger, sticking out his lower lip in thought.

Sighs.

"Dan. Danny, what did I tell you about keeping pets," he says dryly.

[reactionary]

Rorschach, being Rorschach, was of course immediately on the defensive. He'd heard the footsteps approaching, and assumed it would be his nerdy friend walking around the corner, probably reacting to him pretty calmly - instead, there was some unknown stranger. Suspicious. He started and turned toward Ted sharply, his mask abruptly shifting into some different pattern. Who...

Just then remembered Dan talking about a roommate. This must be him.

But he was scrutinizing.

Eyeing Ted warily, container of finally-found sugarcubes in the midst of being opened, he said nothing.

[oww_myhead]

Of all the things in life, this isn't the most unusual. Sure, it's still pretty strange and all. The mask in particular -- he's assuming that's a mask, who the heck even knows in this place -- is interesting to watch. Inkblots shifting in symmetrical patterns--

Oh. Hey.

This must be Rorschach. Makes sense anyway.

At any rate, this is no weirder than being best friends with a guy from the future, as well as friends with a woman who bursts into green flames and telepathic Martian, as well as just having come back from the dead.

"So hi," Ted greets him, going about to preparing coffee. "You want a mug? I don't mind. I usually make too much anyhow. I'm more of a 'I'll have some coffee with my cream and sugar' than the other way around, know what I'm saying?"

[reactionary]

The stranger seemed friendly enough, not that that had any effect on Rorschach. Not much, at least. What if he wasn't Dan's roommate? What if he was some sort of serial killer attempting to throw him off. Maybe he had the wrong apartment. That, too, was plausible.

... No, he was sure this was Dan's place. Who else would have industrial-strength locks on the door (easily broken anyway), various tools spread out over the floor - his ally must hate the lack of room - and a cupboard with about five containers of individually-wrapped sugarcubes?

Well, he had to make sure.

"Who are you."