Apt #14, MHA, Sunday Morning
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hasaknightjobFirst thing Marc did Sunday was a training session with Nell. After which they'd split up: Nell back to the dorms to clean up and get her things, Marc back to the apartment to grab a shower, take care of last minute details, and try to ignore Steven insisting they could do more to make sure the place was ready.
Which was why Marc was currently using a broom and a dustpan on some random - well, dust by their closet.
Dust and other crap anyway.
"What - did you break a vase?" Marc asked. Because some of the small pieces looked sharp.
Marc didn't have to look towards the mirror to know the look Steven was giving him. Yes. I store all my vases next to my trainers. Doesn't everyone?
"The sarcasm's never helpful."
Bloody fun though. Again, Marc didn't have to turn around to see the look Steven was giving him. The self-satisfaction was pretty clear. Anyway, looks like sand to me. Probably came out of your side. You're the one who's spent most time in the desert. I've only been the once.
Steven had a point. Especially since the one time Steven had gone the only option had been wearing Marc's clothes. Marc wasn't going to go so far as to say that Steven was right out loud however. Marc was crazy, not stupid.
Instead Marc tossed the contents of the dust pan in the trash and did a final inspection. Stuff he wanted kept private moved into hidden corners of his and Steven's closet: check. Place as tidy as it could be made in spite of how Steven treated his possessions: check. Spare bedroom as unused as it had been since they moved in and therefore was fine, Steven, stop fussing about it: check.
I still say we should've had lunch available.
"She's leaving as soon as she drops her shit off," Marc reminded him. Though there was that annoying, itchy feeling like this was something else Steven might be proven right about after the fact. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case.
All that was left was to wait for Nell to come by.
[for the temp roomie! That Nell moved in is fine for broadcast, conversation details NFB please.]
Which was why Marc was currently using a broom and a dustpan on some random - well, dust by their closet.
Dust and other crap anyway.
"What - did you break a vase?" Marc asked. Because some of the small pieces looked sharp.
Marc didn't have to look towards the mirror to know the look Steven was giving him. Yes. I store all my vases next to my trainers. Doesn't everyone?
"The sarcasm's never helpful."
Bloody fun though. Again, Marc didn't have to turn around to see the look Steven was giving him. The self-satisfaction was pretty clear. Anyway, looks like sand to me. Probably came out of your side. You're the one who's spent most time in the desert. I've only been the once.
Steven had a point. Especially since the one time Steven had gone the only option had been wearing Marc's clothes. Marc wasn't going to go so far as to say that Steven was right out loud however. Marc was crazy, not stupid.
Instead Marc tossed the contents of the dust pan in the trash and did a final inspection. Stuff he wanted kept private moved into hidden corners of his and Steven's closet: check. Place as tidy as it could be made in spite of how Steven treated his possessions: check. Spare bedroom as unused as it had been since they moved in and therefore was fine, Steven, stop fussing about it: check.
I still say we should've had lunch available.
"She's leaving as soon as she drops her shit off," Marc reminded him. Though there was that annoying, itchy feeling like this was something else Steven might be proven right about after the fact. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case.
All that was left was to wait for Nell to come by.
[for the temp roomie! That Nell moved in is fine for broadcast, conversation details NFB please.]
