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[faerymarie-blog]

cecildude:

Almost immediately, a sense of dread was beginning to set in as she slowly stepped inside, clearly less than thrilled. “That is actually my room,” He said, loud music still blaring from his computer on the other side of the door. Cecil gritted his teeth apologetically as he pointed to the other door. “Yours is gonna be over here. There’s a little less space in it, but it’s closer to the bathroom and the AC unit,” He said, opening the door to reveal an extremely sub-par space. “And the bathroom is right here. The kitchen’s around that weird wall thing. There’s a dishwasher. It’s awesome.”

Great. At the very least, she could be thankful she was closer to the bathroom. Her process of getting ready in the morning tended to be extensive. “An awesome dishwasher?" She questioned, plopping her bags on the floor of her room. "I didn't see that on the craigslist description." Her gaze was scrutinizing as she wandered around the dinky space — she really hadn't expected much more, but the size of the closet was deeply upsetting. "...How long have you lived here?"

[faerymarie-blog]

cecildude:

Cecil had honestly forgotten what day it was, so the sound of the door knocking at exactly the same time as him checking the date was almost humorously coincidental. “Aw, shit,” He sighed, realizing that he definitely could’ve tidied up a little more but deciding fuck it and opening the door anyway. “Heyyyy,” He greeted the other, a surprisingly small and very pink human being, waving her inside. “Welcome to… yeah. Do you need help, uh, carrying anything?”

Marie was still trying to grapple with the realities that led her to this point when the apartment door swung open. From his online description, Cecil had seemed nice enough, but the idea of living with another dude after spending a whole twenty years with two older brothers was just a continuation of a never-ending nightmare. “Hey,” she said, as she hesitantly clicked her way into the room, eyes narrowed as they took in every corner of the space. “I think I’m good, thanks." This was a lie. The bags in her hands had her shoulders feeling like they were going to pop from their sockets. “Is this my room?“ She gestured to the door with her chin, before leveling her gaze on Cecil.