It's Only Manly Because It's You
WHO: Raivis, Logan, Mr. Biff Manlington (?)
WHEN: Saturday 29th, evening-ish
WHERE: Raivis's apartment
WHAT: The cleaning's been done, the room's all set up- There's just that little issue of furniture...
Models relocated?
Check.
Embarrassing Collection of romance novels relocated?
Also checked.
Mopping?
Check.
Mending that strange hole in the floor?
Check.
Thumbtack holes in walls painted over?
Check.
Dusting?
Check, check, check, check and check.
The rest of the apartment cleaned?
Right. That as well. Done in good time and most of it all thanks to Peter's assistance.
Raivis stood among the glistening cleanly purity of his home and wondered at its state of being. Would the crowd of plants and trains in the living room in any way disturb his new roommate? They could be moved to his bedroom, though it would be crowded... The dishes? All cleaned and taken care of. It looked wonderful- better than it had on his own arrival- but there was something that continued to strike him as peculiar. Something was off, and he kept touring the apartment expecting it to make itself known.
The kitchen was alright. The table had been cleared. Four chairs. Bathroom had its shower-bath hybrid, sink, toilet, mirror. Couch. Pillows. Bookcases - one of which had been cleared for new use.
The empty room soon-to-be-lived in was still empty and sparkling clean.
Still empty...
Still...
Empty.
Raivis abruptly stopped in the removal of his cleaning apron, donned for the last minute dust over of anything he might have missed, and stared in at the reasonable amount of space in horror.
He was distantly aware of the rapt, loud, rather prominant knocking coming from the front door.
Oh god...
WHEN: Saturday 29th, evening-ish
WHERE: Raivis's apartment
WHAT: The cleaning's been done, the room's all set up- There's just that little issue of furniture...
Models relocated?
Check.
Embarrassing Collection of romance novels relocated?
Also checked.
Mopping?
Check.
Mending that strange hole in the floor?
Check.
Thumbtack holes in walls painted over?
Check.
Dusting?
Check, check, check, check and check.
The rest of the apartment cleaned?
Right. That as well. Done in good time and most of it all thanks to Peter's assistance.
Raivis stood among the glistening cleanly purity of his home and wondered at its state of being. Would the crowd of plants and trains in the living room in any way disturb his new roommate? They could be moved to his bedroom, though it would be crowded... The dishes? All cleaned and taken care of. It looked wonderful- better than it had on his own arrival- but there was something that continued to strike him as peculiar. Something was off, and he kept touring the apartment expecting it to make itself known.
The kitchen was alright. The table had been cleared. Four chairs. Bathroom had its shower-bath hybrid, sink, toilet, mirror. Couch. Pillows. Bookcases - one of which had been cleared for new use.
The empty room soon-to-be-lived in was still empty and sparkling clean.
Still empty...
Still...
Empty.
Raivis abruptly stopped in the removal of his cleaning apron, donned for the last minute dust over of anything he might have missed, and stared in at the reasonable amount of space in horror.
He was distantly aware of the rapt, loud, rather prominant knocking coming from the front door.
Oh god...