Apartment hunting rp ft Larry & Sharon
His first day back to work had been nothing short of stressful; so the promise of relieving stress on the apartment hunt appealed to Jean. He’d thought he’d have time to nap beforehand but he decided against it and opted to get ready instead. Navigating through traffic to make it home before Ymir so that he had time to get in character, Jean let his road rage show its true color. Some asshole in a pickup cut him off and the first logical reaction was to lay on the horn and shout obscenities at the other person. Eventually going around them and flipping them off in the process.
When he pulled the Lancer up out front of Ymir’s current place, Jean slammed the door shut and locked the doors. Cautiously he entered the house, instantly crouching down to greet Cash and Dean. He had a bad habit of baby talking the large dogs, cooing at them excitedly when they eagerly met him at the door. Cash instantly flopping into his lap. “You’re too big to be a lap dog, buddy.” He teased playfully, hugging around his neck and kissing the dog’s snout. He really liked both of them but Cash had taken an extreme liking to him and he was rather fond of the big doof.
It took him a good thirty minutes to get a shower and comb his hair over just right so that he looked like a middle aged dad. There was no way he was shaving his facial hair though so he simply groomed it to make himself look older. Instead of his usual douchey, expensive cologne Jean wore an aftershave on his neck that reminded him of something an older man would wear. He pulled on a pair of dress slacks and a long sleeve button up, pairing it with a cardigan which he buttoned up halfway to give himself a dad look. The final piece was an ugly pair of black rimmed reading glasses. When he looked in the mirror, he could barely recognize himself. “I still look fucking hot.” He mumbled to himself, his usual cocky grin playing at his lips as he turned to the side to check himself out in the mirror.
When finished, he made a point not to sit on any furniture so that he didn’t get dog hair on his perfectly ironed old man attire. He waited impatiently in the kitchen, munching on carrots (Because of his organic diet of course) as he watched out the window for Ymir. Occasionally he’d offer one of the dogs a bite of carrot to which they’d snort and look up at him like he’d let them down.
The door finally opened and he couldn’t help but grin at his freckled friend, approaching her and throwing his arms around her. “Welcome home, dear!” He greeted energetically, rocking back and forth with her for a few seconds before letting go. He couldn’t help but snicker, the concept was so weird but it was never odd for them because they knew it was in good humor and neither of them made it uncomfortable. “Hurry up, I wanna go before I collapse of exhaustion.” He mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest as he waited for her to finish getting ready. He had always been known to be impatient and after waking up at four a.m. the feeling was even worse.
They’d picked out a couple different rental homes on Zillow the night before and set up appointments to meet with the landlords, scheduling the least likely choice first so that their creativity could flow as Larry and Sharon. There was no way they’d pick the apartment but they didn’t want to cause a scene at a place they were actually interested in.
Jean drove them to the first property, cringing as soon as he saw the young blonde standing out front in a pencil skirt and business jacket. “Oh god, this’ll be good. I’ll fake hit on her and then halfway through, you should hit on her.” He mused excitedly, opening his door to hop out and sprint around to Ymir’s side to get her door open for her. He didn’t usually open doors for her but in character he did. “Here, sweetheart let me get that for you!” His eccentric voice waivered as he tried to adjust to it. When greeted by the lady, he made it a point to pull out his cell phone and start “texting” while she was talking about the property. Texting meaning he was tapping random buttons on his phone to annoy her. After a couple seconds, he looked up at Ymir and then the woman. “Oh, sorry..! I’m handling /very/ important business at work. What’d you say, beautiful?” Jean had never been a subtle flirter but even though he couldn’t be nonchalant he figured obvious would be just as good. And instead of looking at her eyes, he slowly let his hazel hues drift down to her chest. It wasn’t impressive at all but he was good at faking. He waited for Ymir to react.
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