Our House

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Who: Anyone in Apartment A and any couch surfers, lone wolves, or friends who feel like dropping by
What: A catch-all mingle thread for Apartment Agent!
When: Early February
Where: A nondescript two-bedroom apartment
Warnings: None yet?

Honestly, it's not a big enough apartment for everyone living there. "Furnished" evidently doesn't mean "quality furniture," but there are enough places to sleep to go around; the floors are scuffed; the front door sticks; the walls are (thankfully) thick. It's not the greatest place ever, but at least for now, it's home.

Comments

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[Frisk grins in excitement, drumming their fingers a little on the top of the cup - in excitement, not starting up a new song. They start a quick sign, but then correct themselves and turn to the phone instead.]

I used to help my friend Shyren. She likes to sing but she gets nervous doing it by herself.

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[Looks like that grin isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Seems like every time J turns around, Frisk has found some other way to be fantastic.]

So you cook, you sing, and you help out? You sure you don't wanna crash here for the long run?

[He's only half-joking. Stick around, kid; you're more than welcome.]

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[Frisk smiles and shrugs. They start to sign, then realize their mistake and go back to the phone.]

I like to spend time with all my friends. I do it at home too. Sometimes.

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[That's it, he needs to learn sign language. Right now, he just nods.]

Sounds like you got a system. [He picks up the sheet with the buttered bread on it.] Scoot over and lemme put these in, okay? [He's not about to open the oven with Frisk close to it.]

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[Frisk scoots. They watch J prepare for a few moments, thoughtfully, before responding.]

Mom and Dad don't live in the same house anyway.

[Toriel's a little weird about them calling Asgore that, honestly. They understand. It doesn't stop them. All that stuff with him stopped mattering to them a long time ago.]

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[Oh.]

[That, uh. That's a thing.]

[Frisk seems pretty blase about it, though, so J just rolls with it.]

Makes sense that you're used to splittin' time, then.

How're the noodles comin'?

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[Frisk leans up on their toes to check the noodles. The temperature is not as hot as it can go, but they think it's better that way. For many reasons.

Taking a spoon, they fish out a noodle and eat it. Then they flash a thumbs-up.

The noodles

are done]

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Awesome. You need help pullin' those off, or are you good?

[Frisk seems to be pretty self-sufficient - the last thing J wants to do is get in their way.]

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[Frisk returns a thumbs-up. They're good! They hop down from their chair to retrieve a strainer. They seem just slightly too small for the entire process of getting the noodles out and into a bowl, but they manage it well enough even so.

As they're getting the tomato sauce, they dart a quizzical look towards the stove. Bread almost done?]