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[dodgingbullets]

Who: Jane Smith & Mikoto Suoh (lionhearrt)
What: Flatmates doing their flatmate thing~
When: Right here, right now
Where: House 39!
Warning(s): N/A

Once upon a time, two married assassins working for separate agencies had their mansion blown to smithereens by their own bosses in hopes they would blow up along with it. Since then, Jane has been looking forward to her's and John's newly renovated house.

She was in charge of every detail of the design; its contemporary, sleek interior with a rather traditional exterior. A set of drapes that match both the carpet and John's tastes (this time). It was going to be a fresh start, much like their marriage, and it was something she was anticipating with excitement.

But then The Storm happened, wiping away all she knew and bringing her here, to House 39.

It's nothing to write home about, but Jane supposes it is home, anyway.

She drops her belongs by her feet with a sigh once she enters, the sound of her knives rattling against eachother. She keeps herself there in solemn thought, a stillness lasting long enough for her to forget about the thought of a roommate.

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[lionhearrt]

Said roommate is now dozing on the couch across the room with his hands stuffed into his jacket. At the sudden sound of knives rattling in the background, the man blinks wearily looking both bored and grumpy at the interruption.

"......"

[dodgingbullets]

It doesn't take long for Jane to snap out of her thoughts. She shoves her bag of knives off to the side with her foot and starts further inside.

She's peering around and taking in the room when she spots this quiet man on the couch. She raises an eyebrow, her demeanor now naturally shifting into alert mode.

...Not that there's anything particularly threatening to spot here.

"Hi."

[lionhearrt]

There's a long look from Mikoto before he nods in acknowledgement before starting with the important questions.

"Mind if I smoke?"