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Locked to house #58
Who: Edward Cullen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
speeds), Giovanni Rammsteiner (ofobedience), Damon Salvatore (blooded) & Simon Lewis (bitesexual)
What: Meeting housemates and settling in
When: After arrival in Olympia
Where: House 58
Warning(s):damon None, hopefully
[ It's later in the day that he makes it to the allocated housing, but it's been hard enough trying to avoid people when there's little shade in the town. Sunlight follows everywhere, and while the ring will help people not be aware he is what he is (or rather, they'll think that being is someone else), he finds more relief in pulling the ring off once he's inside the apartment.
He has lived in conditions worse than this. Back when he was human, back in 1918 and before he hadn't been rich and his living conditions had been back enough to bring illness anyway. Being with Carlisle, mind you, he's started to get used to the luxury.
At least they'll have shelter, that's better than nothing.
He's looking around the place when he hears the door open, name tag on display to offer his name when he turns to the newcomer. ]
It seems as though we'll be stuck together for a while. I'm Edward.
[ note: ofc you guys can do your own prompts as well uwu ]
speeds), Giovanni Rammsteiner (ofobedience), Damon Salvatore (blooded) & Simon Lewis (bitesexual) What: Meeting housemates and settling in
When: After arrival in Olympia
Where: House 58
Warning(s):
[ It's later in the day that he makes it to the allocated housing, but it's been hard enough trying to avoid people when there's little shade in the town. Sunlight follows everywhere, and while the ring will help people not be aware he is what he is (or rather, they'll think that being is someone else), he finds more relief in pulling the ring off once he's inside the apartment.
He has lived in conditions worse than this. Back when he was human, back in 1918 and before he hadn't been rich and his living conditions had been back enough to bring illness anyway. Being with Carlisle, mind you, he's started to get used to the luxury.
At least they'll have shelter, that's better than nothing.
He's looking around the place when he hears the door open, name tag on display to offer his name when he turns to the newcomer. ]
It seems as though we'll be stuck together for a while. I'm Edward.
[ note: ofc you guys can do your own prompts as well uwu ]
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He doesn't look back at the man as he answers, doesn't check to see whether he's following him deeper inside. Doesn't much care what Rhys decides to do.]
That's what I said, isn't it? Is it really so difficult to comprehend? Where did you think I'd live, I wonder.
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It would be just his luck though. ]
Is Edward even home right now? I kind of came here to speak to him. [ "And not you." ]
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[The words are a quiet and wry kind of drawl, only partially intended for Rhys' ears and so it's possible they'll be missed, but never mind that. The door has already been closed behind them, Rhys already inside, and it's only now that Giovanni glances back over his shoulder, teeth bared in a smile that could be construed as friendly. Or it could be something else.]
No. He's out right now. There's only you and I.
[Worried, yet?]
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Oh.
[ That starts off lame. ]
Any idea when he'll be back, or...?
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[He shrugs, indifferent and uninterested, bares his teeth in another of those strange expressions that ought to be a smile, and yet somehow gives the impression of something else. Something entirely less friendly.]
He could be hours.
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What, is he running and errand or working or something?
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[There's an infinitesimal pause then, before he adds--]
Perhaps he's dead.
[Which is funnier than he knows, given that he's undead. Ha ha.]
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[ Since Rhys doesn't actually know Edward is dead Giovanni's inside joke falls a bit flat, and thus Rhys's tone remains wry as he crosses his arms over his chest. ]
You live here with him, he didn't say anything to you before he went out?
[ Like come on man, where's your buddy system? ]
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[But he pauses now that they're inside the main living area of the small apartment, turns to face the taller man. And there's something playing around the edges of his expression, something that hints at the beginnings of irritation.]
I'm his housemate, not his minder. Why don't you try calling ahead next time, rather than just turning up on the doorstep under the presumption that someone might want you around. Or perhaps you did, and he went out specifically to avoid you. In which case, I'll have to have words with him later.
[Because it meant he's had to deal with you, instead :T]
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[ Rhys responds to that irritation with his own in turn, gaze narrowing as he sizes up the other man. Not to take him in a fight or anything, more like...sizing him up stylistically and presentation-wise since that's just an easier way fr Rhys to pick him apart on that petty, middle-management level. ]
If I knew you were going to be here I would have called just to save myself the headache.
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He smiles a little bigger, a little brighter, and slowly he closes the small distance between them, stops only when he's uncomfortably close. He doesn't try to puff himself up and seem bigger, doesn't need to in order to convey danger, convey threat. It's there in the sharpness of his teeth, his sudden proximity, the hard lines and angles of his body that seem - quite abruptly - to radiate concealed strength rather than lazy ease.]
And yet here you are, regardless. Edward's out, and I'm here...and from where I'm standing it seems as though you're asking to entertain me for a bit. I know a game we could play.
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Rhys may be taller than Giovanni but that does absolutely nothing for him in this situation. Nothing about his physical stature does. Even with the blonde a full head shorter than him Rhys starts to lean back uncomfortably as the other man invades his space, that...glint in his eyes that can only ever mean bad bad bad all too present.
This may be the time to "exit stage left" as it were. Rhys is pretty darn sure that whatever entertainment Giovanni is looking for it will definitely be at his own expense.
Rhys cringes visibly and looks to the side. ]
....Noooo, I'm. I'm good--thanks. I'll just...get out of your hair...h-heh.
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And so he does laugh, a sharp-edged sound, takes another step closer. Makes no attempt to let up on that invasion of personal space.]
Perhaps you should. It does look as though I'd end up having more fun than you would. You run along, now.
[And this is your cue to scarper quickly if you want to get out whilst the going's good, Rhys.]
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