apartment log - 1

[adhuc]

WHO: Anyone in Apt. 1-103 and their visitors.
WHAT: Day to day, visitors, house parties, what have you.
WHERE: Eglaf.
WHEN: January.
WARNINGS: TBD. Open to threadjacking and crashing, as it is a shared space.

This is a catchall open to anyone living in 103, for logs or texts or roommate things, including but not limited to awkward dinners, please do the dishes, where's the laundry hamper, no i'm not a vigilante, etc.

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[adhuc]

He notices, hand brushing over the countertop for the silverware drawer, to pull out a spoon. Might need to stir that up, to avoid the whole shot at once.
A turn and he can tell; he was a bit heavy handed.

"This time...?" he prods gently.

"Yeah, actually. Quite a few. None that I can really talk about. But, interesting." he offers.

Sipping at his coffee with a slight wince, he smiles a bit in spite of now having a spiked cup of black coffee.

"Is spiked coffee a nightly ritual for you then?"

[hellogoodhigh]

"Can I plead the fifth on that?" Law jokes. That's funny, right?
He tries to laugh it off as he puts the bottle back in the cabinet, hiding it well behind some of the other essentials.

"I, uh... It helps. Get to sleep." He waves his hand like he can dismiss it, because how exactly can he explain his powers? Sure, yeah, they all have powers, but he feels like he's back to where he was before, where it wasn't common knowledge, where telling the wrong person that he can see what he sees will get him a one way ticket to a 72 hour hold. After all, back in Jeopardy? He could manifest them. He had others that could see them. That weren't his family. Now...

Alcohol helps. Weed is better. Opiods are the best. And that's not a discussion he wants to have with someone who's a stranger.

"I, uh, sorry I've kind of invaded the apartment..."

[adhuc]

He does chuckle under his breath, sipping again at his coffee.

"Sure, but it's more incriminating if you do." he offers back with an air of humor. "Don't worry about it."

Matthew continues to take pauses to sip his coffee, really just contemplating what to say next. It's obvious Klaus isn't all that comfortable, he wants to choose his words carefully.

"I can relate. If I couldn't I wouldn't be here." he says with another shrug. "And don't be sorry. I'm almost never here, unless the campus is closed."

[hellogoodhigh]

Klaus notices the chuckle, the soft smile against his coffee cup and it almost puts him at ease. Like he can let go of a breath he’s been holding, knowing that Matt won’t pry, that he won’t make a judgement for something like this. So quietly he sips his coffee, trying to unclench the muscles in his shoulders.

Honestly it reminds him a tiny bit of Dave, that easygoing humor, and he finds himself idly playing with the dog tags around his neck. It’s a pang of regret, a pain in his chest as he clutches that last piece of him he has. Just like the last world he was in- would he be able to summon him? And even if he could, would he remember him?
Would it even be the same man he’d loved?

“Still, you know, you didn’t ask for a fourth roommate.” He manages a soft laugh, trying to stay in the present, leaning back against the counter.
“But is Hargreeves are kind of a package deal. You’ll probably deal with all seven of us eventually. Good luck.”

[adhuc]

He doesn't know what it is that sets him at ease, but it's something, and he's glad for it. If he'd be over all the time, maybe it was better to not be on edge with him.

There's an unusual skip of breath he would ask about, but he doesn't.

"I mean, if we're going by what anyone's asked for here, I can't say I asked for any roommates. But I've been pleasantly surprised so far." Casey, Ben. As far as roommates, they were practically angels, and Casey especially.

"All seven of you. Sounds like an...exciting childhood, to say the least."

[hellogoodhigh]

“Oh yeah, the half dozen siblings is just the start of it. All of us were born with powers, had this whole superhero squad thing, codenames and everything. It was so messed up.” He laughs, like it’s a huge joke- because it’s easier talking about the issues everyone else has instead of his own personal traumas.

“I mean, none of us are really in the superhero biz anymore. Took our own paths. But for a while...” he waves his hand.
“I don’t miss it.”

[adhuc]

Matthew raises his brows, clearly intrigued. So this wasn't outlandish for everyone here, and that doesn't relieve him of his nerves as much as he thought it would.

He forces a smile, trying to see the comedic side of it. But he remembers his comparison to celebrities earlier in the morning with Casey, and putting two and two together----if they were anything alike, he can't imagine they're doing well at all.

"I can't imagine you do. That's a lot for a kid." It's a lot for him on the daily, and he doesn't even really consider himself a superhero, just a guy with an action plan.

"It is easier now? After the fact."

[hellogoodhigh]

"No." He says it without hesitating, a beat, and then clearing his throat. He didn't have it as bad as Allison, super famous, who had paparrazzi beating down her door. After all, after his tenth stint in rehab, it started getting old news, and the media moved on to new blood in the water.

"I mean... I don't really deal with the fame stuff back home. I think the last time anyone in the media even contacted me was after my sister wrote her book-" No, wait, no, is Vanya here? That's a door he doesn't want to open if she is.

God knows if it'll come through.

"ANYWAY- How are you dealing with it? Had anyone ask for your autograph yet?"