Finally. After weeks of packing and moving boxes and unpacking, Vincent was finally done settling into this new apartment he so desperately needed. His last apartment wasn’t in the best shape, he constantly needed to repair some aspect of it, like the kitchen sink faucet or the wobbly loose door knob or that suspicious hole in the ceiling that rained spiders on hot days. Yes, that apartment certainly had character.
His new place was definitely an upgrade. Sure, it took a lot of saving and he was probably going to be living of cup ramen for the next month or so but it was worth it. He was going to be able to shower without worrying about getting electrocuted by exposed wire dangling from the bathroom ceiling (his friends used to call it “shockwire”). He wouldn’t have to worry about hoodlums breaking into his house because of his missing doorknobs.
And best of all, he was finally allowed to adopt the two dogs at the pound that he’d fallen in love with. The shelter workers took one look at his old apartment during their inspection and deemed it unfit to house his new puppy friends. If Vincent was honest with himself, he would admit that his two new buddies were the reason he began looking for a new home in the first place. But, he wasn’t so they were merely the perks of moving into a fancy new apartment.
Vincent finishes his dinner of cup ramen and ice water while Lois and Clark finish their dinner of chicken breast with brown rice when he decides that he is getting a little stir crazy. He hopes that his neighbors will be cool (or at least cooler than the old lady who used to live with) and he figures that it was a better time as any to introduce himself to his new neighbors. After dropping off the dishes in the sink, he grabs a few boxes from the fridge- pastries he had made at work, and makes his way to his front door. He sends a warning look to Lois and Clark, both are groggy from their meal, and grabs his keys. He would walk them when he got back
He visits his next door neighbors to his left and right first, introducing himself and offering them dessert. They seem nice enough and Vincent is pleased to have friendly neighbors. With his last box of treats, he knocks on he door directly across from his apartment, letting out a soft sigh of relief when a pretty young woman opens the door. She looked like someone he could get along with. Vincent smiles at her before waving and offering the box of cupcakes to her, “uh, hi. I’m Vincent. I just moved in across the hall,” he gestures to his door, “I just wanted to introduce myself.”
