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[enarms]

un: j. watson.

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[enarms]

I wouldn't call it a home exactly, but thanks.

[ John thinks it's a shithole, but he appreciates the sentiment. he's also heading over to the "kitchen" to root out his stash of teabags, and being as he is in his own house, home or not, the inherent awkwardness of the situation doesn't weigh on him quite so strongly

sorry Venom, the struggle is real ]

[poolhall_killer]

It's not posh in any way, but it does the job.

[It's indeed a struggle when living with two men who love to dislike each other and a guy (other than Venom) who keeps to himself 90% of the time.]

How are your housemates working out?

[enarms]

Just got the one. He's alright, if a bit more lively than I'm used to. We share a vocation, roughly, so we get on alright.

[ John's not exactly unused to being surrounded by the frantic energy of a sometimes-lively 30-something, but Dirk's a whole other ball game ]

Yourself?

[poolhall_killer]

One is a fellow magic user and another is a sort of elf. They don't get along very well.

The third one I don't know much about. I only spoke to him a handful of times.

[Pardon him as he quietly envies John for having a single roommate as opposed to mage vs elf squabbles.]

[enarms]

Huh. [ huh. ] Doesn't sound like you got the best luck.

[ aaand in this time John's managed to fish out them there teabags. he's wandering back over with a handful of them - having pinched a decent amount from the ship, he's not overly precious about his supply. ]

Here.

[poolhall_killer]

[He doesn't mope for too long as he perks up a bit at the tea bags.]

Thank you. I cannot wait to steep one of these.

[Maybe two. He lives dangerously.]