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[onlynothuman]

After the cannibalistic serial killer who was violently apprehended in your kitchen escapes from involuntary commitment in a psychiatric facility, common sense would recommend that you move. To another state, ideally, but even just down the street would be a wise idea

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[goshdarnniteowl]

It's a good question. One that Daniel has found himself dwelling on, lately.

...well. Not that particular set of circumstances. But the whole why am I still here? thing. For Arkham, for Gotham...

He's still working on a good answer.

Maybe late-night cookies will help with that. And if not, hey, he'll have cookies.

[onlynothuman]

Cookies smell good, but Simon's wary of your roommate, Dan. So he's going to sit out here on the railing for just a little while, and watch to see that you're home alone.

[goshdarnniteowl]

Well, there's no Walter. (As is attested to by the amount of cookie dough that's managed to survive to the baking step.) But Daniel isn't entirely oblivious. A figure perched on the fire escape railing is going to catch his attention -- moreso when he realises it isn't his roommate.

He doesn't start yelling, though. Or running for the phone, or -- any of the other things you'd expect from a shy, geeky guy realising there's someone -- a certain cannibalistic someone -- watching him from the fire escape. He pauses, for just -- a little too long in front of the stove, and then bends to check the cookies. Then, looking up, he glances over, looking straight at Simon.

"Well?"

[onlynothuman]

Simon smiles, though he doesn't wave. One hand is gripping the railing, and the other appears to be missing, his sleeve tucked in on itself.

"How're you?" He raises his voice just loud enough to be heard through the glass.