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[polkabrows]

Who: giovanni (ofobedience) & izumo (polkabrows) & stiles (figureitout)
What: the wonderful world of cohabitation
When: first day of new arrivals
Where: house #84
Warning(s): idk... murderous thoughts?

[ house #84, read her nametag, and with little else to go by, izumo made her way on over after the initial hustle and bustle of arrival day. her fingers rubbed a little raw from all her attempts to peel off that aforementioned sticker, she's left reaching for the doorknob a little gingerly.

with any luck, she's the first one here... ]

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[ofobedience]

[Too bad someone already beat her to it. He already knows his way about after all, and considering he'd made this particular move of his own volition, had probably been a little more ready and prepared than the newcomers themselves.

He's already stashed his belongings in one of the bedrooms, and is just emerging into the communal living area when she walks in. He turns then, looks her over slowly. Offers a small, crooked smile.]

Well, then.

[figureitout]

[ when it comes to timing, it's often described with words such as "good", or "bad", or "comedic"... and here, it's fair to say Stiles' timing with opening the door is probably all three at once.

the chain of events goes as follows: finally, after two solid hours of exploring under the guise of searching for the right house, he makes it to the house proclaiming to be number 84. he considers knocking, but then, this is supposed to be his home, and who knocks when they're going home?

no one, that's who. so he twists the doorknob, expecting it to be locked... but it isn't, and so the unnecessary force he uses in the movement sends the door opening wide and, consequently, Stiles tripping inside. ]

Whoa —

[ Izumo better have moved properly inside the house, or otherwise she's going to have one (1) Stiles nearly tripping over her. ]

[polkabrows]

[ certainly there are worse ways to meet your new housemates; engaging in a quiet staredown of wits and wariness only to be interrupted by the human equivalent of a record scratch isn't that bad... but it's still pretty high up there on the list.

in any case, izumo had stepped further into the room by then, but only so far enough that when stiles swings the door open, it catches her right between her shoulder-blades, thereby shoving her forward right into giovanni's chest.

she yelps sharply, barreling forward in a flurry of flailing arms and long pigtails. which whip back around as soon as she steadies her feet, pulls her face out of the lining of giovanni's suit, all so she can shriek at the new offender: ]

What the hell is your problem?!

[ofobedience]

[Well, that was unexpected. At the very least, their sudden collision doesn't cause him to topple or stumble back-- it would have been worse for Stiles, surely, had both Izumo and Giovanni ended up in a heap on the floor. Instead, despite his deceptively slight build, Giovanni doesn't so much as budge as the girl slams into him, only utters a soft sound of surprise, brings both hands up to catch and steady her.

No sooner has he done so then she's whipping around, pigtails striking him across the face and sending his glasses scudding across the floor. There's the sharp sound of his tongue striking pointed teeth as he quickly moves to retrieve them.

Broke or not, perhaps he'd have been better off remaining where he was.]

I can see this is going to be fun.

[figureitout]

My problem? The door's the problem! Who the hell leaves their door unlocked, oh my g —

[ his defense-slipping-into-a-tirade comes to an abrupt stop as Stiles takes in the scene in front of him: a guy with light hair, suddenly deprived of his glasses; a shorter girl with pigtails and... ]

Wait, it's you? [ his surprise turns into a slight smile — he remembers Izumo, remembers the notes stuck on his door on the stations, and despite this slight... hiccup... he's actually pretty glad to see her. ] I guess we both made it down here in one piece. More or less — [ he grimaces and peeks over Izumo's head to see whether the glasses that were knocked to the ground survived the fall. then, to Gio: ]

Sorry, man. Those okay?

[polkabrows]

[ she freezes at the sight of his smile, however slight it is. it's in complete contrast to her own reaction, feeling so incredibly out of place that all she can do is stare for a moment... before— ]

D-Don't act so familiar!

[ hang on wait. she takes a wary step back, glancing between the two boys. ]

Are you telling me you both live here too???

[ she doesn't even apologize for the glasses... how rude... ]

[ofobedience]

[He bends to pick up his fallen glasses, looks them over with a critical eye and the slightest tightening of his brow, eyes hidden beneath the fall of his hair, out of sight.]

They seem all right.

[He responds vaguely to his fellow roommate's question, takes a handkerchief from his breast pocket in order to wipe them off. He's already sliding them back into place when the girl's indignant question comes (no sign of an apology, most rude indeed, where are her manners). Lifts an incredulous blond eyebrow.]

Looks that way, doesn't it.

[figureitout]

[ he gives Izumo a look that's both incredulous and amused, almost like he can't quite decide whether her indignant words make him more surprised or whether it's just more of the same from their first meeting — so instead, he lets her fume in peace and focuses on Giovanni. ]

Good, it'd suck for the first thing to do after finding our house to be hunting for glasses for you. [ yep, that sure is a roundabout way to answer Izumo's question, too. he extends his hand to Gio, with a cheery, ] I'm Stiles. Guess we're gonna be roomies.

[ sorry Izumo... you told him to not act so familiar, so surely briefly ignoring you is better?? ]

[polkabrows]

[ look... she didn't ask for any of this, okay? why should she play nice in a situation that's already blatantly against her favor?

being ignored is definitely more preferred to the attention, as she's spent quite a good portion of her life making a nest for herself in that particular corner. not about to lose an opportunity, she takes advantage of the boys' diverted attention to turn around and survey the space that's meant to be her home for the unforeseeable future...

while they chat, don't mind if she starts to wander around, okay.... ]

[ofobedience]

[And in which case, he takes his cue from Stiles, though he keeps the girl in the periphery of his attention; senses keenly honed as they are, her movements about the apartment are easy enough to track. Don't touch his stuff-- though at least it's all carefully stored in his room, or more rightly, the room he'll no doubt end up sharing with Stiles. He only has the one plant at the moment, hasn't had time to accumulate enough for them to start spilling out of his room and into the rest of their living space.]

Roomies.

[He says the word a little flatly, as though it's new to him, as though he's unimpressed with it. Both would be true.

He reaches to take the offered hand, though. Clasps it only slightly too hard. Shakes once.]

Giovanni.

[There's the slightest pause as his eyes flicker down towards his new roommate's nametag--]

You're newly arrived, I take it?

[figureitout]

[ the unimpressed tone doesn't escape his attention, and seriously, is this going to be his life from now on... being stuck living with a girl who is about as hot-and-cold as they come (mostly cold, bordering on freezing) and a guy who looks like a walking Armani advertisement and clearly has not one bone for jokes?

great. just great. ]

Yeah, [ he responds, making sure to keep his voice as light as he can — it'd be easy to fall back to his usual pattern of sarcasm, but he's got to at least try. ]

Both of us are, actually, we [ he turns his head to nod towards Izumo ] already met over at the station. [ yes, that was meant as a cue for you to actually contribute something to this conversation, Izumo, please... both of the boys are trying, you try a little too?!? ]

[polkabrows]

[ izumo wanders back into the communal space at that exact moment, meeting both men's eyes briefly. her expression has at least smoothed out into something impassive now, though she does fold her arms over her chest... in an attempt to sort of block out the nametag that remains there. but in doing so, it really only puts focus on it. alas. ]

Kamiki, [ is her curt response. y'all getting her last name, oh yes. let's all just keep our distance, shall we!

speaking of distance... ]

There are only two rooms.

[ofobedience]

What luck for you.

[He says, in response to Stiles' explanation, and though there's something dry and sliding in his tone, it's not quite so heavily tinged with sarcasm as it could be. Being here after all-- perhaps it's preferable to being swallowed up by the Storm. Preferable for them at least. For himself, he's undecided. Still can't honestly say whether he'd have been better off swallowed up by the Storm along with his world and everything in it, rather than pushing on like this, in a world where he doesn't belong, probably never will.

No matter.

These dark musings, they don't show on the smooth, blank contours of his face. Instead, they're interrupted and dispersed as the girl returns, gives her name, a little abruptly. Draws Giovanni's attention.]

Well done. You can count.

[And he flashes his hard, bright smile in her direction.]