"Well you can learn to look for books that'll help me. I'm a little low on resources down here." He says, at least with a little smile on his face. as much as he can manage. Thinking about it makes him a little sick sometimes. Magic ran thick in Ruby city at the very least. Here, not so much.
When they get out, Hanna adjusts his glasses to get a good look. It's much better than his apartment back home, much better than living in a truck, and as Maurice looks back at him, he flushes, thinking of the dirty clothes, trash, and all the other shit that has built up. They cleaned, kind of. Hanna did when he was getting up when Maurice was asleep during the day, dumping things in alleyway garbage bins, but...other times he was trying to keep himself clean, and his clothes so he didn't get complaints at work. That...was harder than cleaning the truck and took priority.
"Uh..." He manages, looking back at the truck again and moving to start gathering socks and underwear, sorting through with trash, some cranes he had folded from fast food wrappers, some he debated on keeping. Hopefully Meranda liked Origami.
Meranda shook herself. She was doing the right thing. This was her friend and someone very important to him. Maybe he'd even be her friend one day. She straightened up and put her smirk back on.
"Yeah, I'll grab some. I'll leave you two to it." And she did as she said she would returning soon with a few trash bags in hand. She had some preprations to make inside.
Maurice threw one to Hanna and for the first time in years, he cleaned his truck. Really cleaned it. He ached to throw away some of Hanna's cranes and let himself get rid of the ones that had gotten soda or beer or mustard on them and ones that had been trampled by their shoes, but by the time they were ready to go inside there was a tiny paper army lined up on the truck's hood.
With a sloppily folded pile of clothes on the seat, Hanna stared at the paper army too, reaching out to throw one more away but pulling his hand back. He hadn't ever really told Maurice why he folded them, hadn't really had the opportunity, the right moment, but it hurt to throw them away. Even the nasty ones.
Finally, he grabs one that is on the sadder side of shabby and tosses it, the last one he could bare to in the trash bag and glances at Meranda's house.
The vampire gave up an expressive shrug. "I know she likes sciencfiction...when she hit me with her car, we watched some show about cowboys in space that was pretty fun."
He had to admit that he didn't know a lot about his best local friend.
"But they're great! Who wouldn't love them?" He beamed back in Hanna before scooping them up in one arm and carrying them up the steps. He dropped the trash bag next to the garbage cans and knocked.
Meranda leaned back out into the night. "This is your house, dumbass, you don't have to knock."
"Well I didn't know! You could be naked in there!"
"In my living room?"
Maurice just blinked at her and shrugged. It's what he'd done when he was home alone. She just rolled her eyes and allowed them entry. All in all, it was a nice, clean place that was deceptivly large on the inside now that she had gotten rid of a lot of her father's old things. The entire right side of the house was one big room, half living room, half kitchen. On the left a hall led to a string of alternating doors.
On the sofa, which was HIDEOUS and striped like a popcorn box, was an enormous orange thing that looked like a deflated basket ball with fur.
"I'm not really sure cranes are in the same string as cowboys in space, but...okay. I'll bite." He follows Maurice in, carrying laundry and peaks inside, doing his best to hide those stupid boxers with the dinosaurs on them that he had bought with his first paycheck. No one doubt the man who could get underwear in the young boys section to not have a million and one pairs of stupid underwear.
He coughs, trying to hide a smile, "Okay, you're dead and I'm not winning sexiest man of the year any time soon. I really doubt she'd be in the living room, waiting for us to come in with nothing on, dude." And admittedly while Hanna loves to walk around in just boxers himself, if it was only himself, he didn't have the confidence to do so without and undershirt if there was any sort of possibility of someone else seeing.
Just about to ask which room was theirs so he could set their laundry aside, he pauses, noticing the fluff and stares. "Is that a really ugly pillow or a cat..."
Maurice pouted at him. "You are to me." And to illustrate, he reached out and pinched what little Hanna had for an ass with the very ends of his claws. That'll show him to grab his sides in the truck when he's unable to get away!
Meranda loudly cleared her throat as she stopped and turned where the tile hit the carpet with her hands on her hips.
"That's Goose. He's your superior."
At the sight of them, the orange cat bunched himself up, walked to the end of the sofa, and jumped up onto the back of the fridge.
"Alright, ground rules. There's a grocery pool. Whoever cooks doesn't do the dishes. You break it, you replace it. Satellite's out, the movie rental place is your escape. Laundry will be rotated by the week. I'm on days right now so you lovebirds keep it the fuck down at night. Any questions?"
The yelp following was the most pathetic, high pitched sound ever, and Hanna jumped, grabbing his own ass and giving Maurice a look with murderous intent. Them claws were sharp, man. If he had holes in his jeans...
He stood at attention though when the cat was introduced, raising a brow. Best stay away until he had food for it or he'd have to be sent to the hospital in a bag. He could comment on a few things, looking around the place, on her own ground rules, but... instead?
"Can I put these around the house?" He points, awkwardly at the cranes in Maurice's arms made of mostly anything but origami paper. His blue eyes were pretty big behind those glasses but it was hard to tell with the huge frames.
Meranda just smirked at that yelp. Wow. It was something seeing Maurice peek his head out of his shell like that. She never would have thought. But she never would have thought a lot of things about him. When the cranes came up, Meranda walked over to them and picked one up.
"Huh. Sure, why not?" They were just paper. And pretty neat looking. She wasn't particularly talented in that department. Plus, just look at that face. If she said no, she'd have to be some kind of horrible dungeon keeper!
"Welcome home, boys. I'm beat as hell and ordering a pizza." She stuck the crane in Maurice's hair before making her way to the old corded phone that hung in the kitchen. "With garlic bread."
Maurice let out a huff and gave Hanna a pleading look. SHE'S BEING MEAN TO HIM.
Hanna immediately brightened, grinning from ear to ear. "Fucking sweet!" You might regret that Meranda. You underestimate the amount of cranes this boy could fold.
Though, at the mention of pizza, Hanna puts his hand over his stomach, shrugging. "I'm not that hungry..." He turns to look at Maurice, a slow smile spreading across his face, "But if you wouldn't mind, I'll have a piece of garlic bread." He then, like the twenty-five year old he was, stuck his tongue out at Maurice and headed towards the hall. "Where is the washer, by the way? These need a good tumble. Or three."
Wow, this guy loved his papercraft. Okay, Merlin, okay. She shrugged and waved a hand behind her. "Breakfast of champions! And it's the first door on the left. Watch out for the litter box. Your room is first on the right."
Luckily the hall only had four doors. Wash room. Their room. Merana's room. Bathroom.
Maurice was still simmering so he invited himself to sit on the far end of the sofa where he'd sat the last few times he visited. A sofa. A real, REAL sofa under his ass. It was so nice. He sank down further and sighed.
"When I woke up this evening, I thought the only thing ahead a' me was a couple of sandwiches."
"Gotcha. First on the left." With that, Hanna disappeared from the room, missing the litter box by inches and working on getting their clothes cleaner than they had been in weeks. Not using a laundry mat was like heaven. Hanna hated using the washer and dryer at his old apartment back home even more though, walking up the stairs with Ms. Blaney giving him the eye and trying to find his underwear in the pile in his basket. Creepy old hag.
It doesn't take him long though, the small amount of clothes barely anything, and soon enough he's back in the room, leaning against the entry way to the living room. He wants to sit, get comfy, maybe take a nap on something that wasn't the cab of the truck, but he's feeling antsy, and glancing around, taking in the surroundings. There are weak points here and there, spots he'd feel more comfortable putting wards. But it's not his house. He needs to ask first.
That might be a conversation for later. Perhaps tomorrow. "So. How long have you two know each other?"
Meranda finished ordering the pizza and looked over at what she could see of Maurice hanging off the sofa. "Abooooout...a year, I guess? A little under a year."
"Yeah. I died in July or something and you'd only been working there a couple months before that."
"Wow...I didn't realize it happened so early." Meranda actually looked a little stricken as she wandered into the living room to sit on the sofa arm. "I worked with a vampire for months and had no idea. I could have died."
Maurice huffed again and puffed the hair out of his face. "You'd probably give me indigestion anyway."
Meranda reached over to tug at one of his bangs. He hollered and covered his hair. While he whined, she turned her attention back to Hanna. "And you two?"
It's always a little weird, even in his business to hear someone talk so casually about dying. Not everyone joins the legion of undead when they pass. Sometimes it's more ominous than that, or more final. Something in his stomach shifts uncomfortably to hear him say that.
"Not as bad as I can. I'm like Vampire repellent." Hanna says as a tease, moving into the room and glancing around. The available spots were few and far between so, he takes his place right on Maurice's legs, seeing as he was lounging. His weight wasn't enough to hurt a fly practically anyways, so he doubted he'd complain.
"About the same amount of time. Though, I guess. Not so long if you don't count all the weird shit that threw us together in the first place. All things considering, I shouldn't even be here, but I am." He's thankful for it, even if he misses home. "We met in a bar, it was kind of funny, actually."
"HE IS!" Maurice butted in. "I nicked him with one of my teeth once and I thought I was going to die."
Oh, and now there's a Hanna on his lap. He starts bouncing one of his legs just to be a pain.
"Yeah? Sound like you're perfect for each other. That's always the problems in those cheesy vampire novels." Meranda leaned, propping her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand. "Do tell."
"It was pretty funny. He tried to lie and say I tasted good and he's got like, the worst fucking poker face ever. It was like he bit into a rotten lemon or something." And Maurice had thought he'd been trying to be modest or some weird shit.
He doesn't mind the bouncing, though scoots back so that his butt is between the couch and Maurice's knee, making it easier to talk and sit still. "I was really drunk and hit on him because I thought he was a woman. Told him his hair was pretty or some shit. Then he turned around and said thank you, I think. That night is a little blurry..."
Meranda made a noise that usually only old junker trucks make when they're having trouble starting. After a moment she stopped trying not to laugh. With a honk, she reached out again to tease a long curly golden lock away from his head. "I can see it!"
Maurice started turning colors. "YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS CAUSE I'M PURDIER THAN YOU."
"Oh, so jealous my eyes are turning green."
The dead man folded his arms over his gut and stopped bouncing Hanna. "I took him over to my roommate at the time uh--" How to explain THAT? He didn't want to go into it yet. "And introduced him to a real live actual girl. And then I think plans to teach him how to make spaghetti happened and we both saw how much good that did."
He had a feeling he was going to be doing most of the cooking in this house.
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When they get out, Hanna adjusts his glasses to get a good look. It's much better than his apartment back home, much better than living in a truck, and as Maurice looks back at him, he flushes, thinking of the dirty clothes, trash, and all the other shit that has built up. They cleaned, kind of. Hanna did when he was getting up when Maurice was asleep during the day, dumping things in alleyway garbage bins, but...other times he was trying to keep himself clean, and his clothes so he didn't get complaints at work. That...was harder than cleaning the truck and took priority.
"Uh..." He manages, looking back at the truck again and moving to start gathering socks and underwear, sorting through with trash, some cranes he had folded from fast food wrappers, some he debated on keeping. Hopefully Meranda liked Origami.
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"Yeah, I'll grab some. I'll leave you two to it." And she did as she said she would returning soon with a few trash bags in hand. She had some preprations to make inside.
Maurice threw one to Hanna and for the first time in years, he cleaned his truck. Really cleaned it. He ached to throw away some of Hanna's cranes and let himself get rid of the ones that had gotten soda or beer or mustard on them and ones that had been trampled by their shoes, but by the time they were ready to go inside there was a tiny paper army lined up on the truck's hood.
"Uh..."
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Finally, he grabs one that is on the sadder side of shabby and tosses it, the last one he could bare to in the trash bag and glances at Meranda's house.
"Your friend...uh, she like arts and crafts?"
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He had to admit that he didn't know a lot about his best local friend.
"But they're great! Who wouldn't love them?" He beamed back in Hanna before scooping them up in one arm and carrying them up the steps. He dropped the trash bag next to the garbage cans and knocked.
Meranda leaned back out into the night. "This is your house, dumbass, you don't have to knock."
"Well I didn't know! You could be naked in there!"
"In my living room?"
Maurice just blinked at her and shrugged. It's what he'd done when he was home alone. She just rolled her eyes and allowed them entry. All in all, it was a nice, clean place that was deceptivly large on the inside now that she had gotten rid of a lot of her father's old things. The entire right side of the house was one big room, half living room, half kitchen. On the left a hall led to a string of alternating doors.
On the sofa, which was HIDEOUS and striped like a popcorn box, was an enormous orange thing that looked like a deflated basket ball with fur.
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He coughs, trying to hide a smile, "Okay, you're dead and I'm not winning sexiest man of the year any time soon. I really doubt she'd be in the living room, waiting for us to come in with nothing on, dude." And admittedly while Hanna loves to walk around in just boxers himself, if it was only himself, he didn't have the confidence to do so without and undershirt if there was any sort of possibility of someone else seeing.
Just about to ask which room was theirs so he could set their laundry aside, he pauses, noticing the fluff and stares. "Is that a really ugly pillow or a cat..."
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Meranda loudly cleared her throat as she stopped and turned where the tile hit the carpet with her hands on her hips.
"That's Goose. He's your superior."
At the sight of them, the orange cat bunched himself up, walked to the end of the sofa, and jumped up onto the back of the fridge.
"Alright, ground rules. There's a grocery pool. Whoever cooks doesn't do the dishes. You break it, you replace it. Satellite's out, the movie rental place is your escape. Laundry will be rotated by the week. I'm on days right now so you lovebirds keep it the fuck down at night. Any questions?"
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He stood at attention though when the cat was introduced, raising a brow. Best stay away until he had food for it or he'd have to be sent to the hospital in a bag. He could comment on a few things, looking around the place, on her own ground rules, but... instead?
"Can I put these around the house?" He points, awkwardly at the cranes in Maurice's arms made of mostly anything but origami paper. His blue eyes were pretty big behind those glasses but it was hard to tell with the huge frames.
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"Huh. Sure, why not?" They were just paper. And pretty neat looking. She wasn't particularly talented in that department. Plus, just look at that face. If she said no, she'd have to be some kind of horrible dungeon keeper!
"Welcome home, boys. I'm beat as hell and ordering a pizza." She stuck the crane in Maurice's hair before making her way to the old corded phone that hung in the kitchen. "With garlic bread."
Maurice let out a huff and gave Hanna a pleading look. SHE'S BEING MEAN TO HIM.
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Though, at the mention of pizza, Hanna puts his hand over his stomach, shrugging. "I'm not that hungry..." He turns to look at Maurice, a slow smile spreading across his face, "But if you wouldn't mind, I'll have a piece of garlic bread." He then, like the twenty-five year old he was, stuck his tongue out at Maurice and headed towards the hall. "Where is the washer, by the way? These need a good tumble. Or three."
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Luckily the hall only had four doors. Wash room. Their room. Merana's room. Bathroom.
Maurice was still simmering so he invited himself to sit on the far end of the sofa where he'd sat the last few times he visited. A sofa. A real, REAL sofa under his ass. It was so nice. He sank down further and sighed.
"When I woke up this evening, I thought the only thing ahead a' me was a couple of sandwiches."
"Surprise," said Meranda.
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It doesn't take him long though, the small amount of clothes barely anything, and soon enough he's back in the room, leaning against the entry way to the living room. He wants to sit, get comfy, maybe take a nap on something that wasn't the cab of the truck, but he's feeling antsy, and glancing around, taking in the surroundings. There are weak points here and there, spots he'd feel more comfortable putting wards. But it's not his house. He needs to ask first.
That might be a conversation for later. Perhaps tomorrow. "So. How long have you two know each other?"
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"Yeah. I died in July or something and you'd only been working there a couple months before that."
"Wow...I didn't realize it happened so early." Meranda actually looked a little stricken as she wandered into the living room to sit on the sofa arm. "I worked with a vampire for months and had no idea. I could have died."
Maurice huffed again and puffed the hair out of his face. "You'd probably give me indigestion anyway."
Meranda reached over to tug at one of his bangs. He hollered and covered his hair. While he whined, she turned her attention back to Hanna. "And you two?"
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"Not as bad as I can. I'm like Vampire repellent." Hanna says as a tease, moving into the room and glancing around. The available spots were few and far between so, he takes his place right on Maurice's legs, seeing as he was lounging. His weight wasn't enough to hurt a fly practically anyways, so he doubted he'd complain.
"About the same amount of time. Though, I guess. Not so long if you don't count all the weird shit that threw us together in the first place. All things considering, I shouldn't even be here, but I am." He's thankful for it, even if he misses home. "We met in a bar, it was kind of funny, actually."
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Oh, and now there's a Hanna on his lap. He starts bouncing one of his legs just to be a pain.
"Yeah? Sound like you're perfect for each other. That's always the problems in those cheesy vampire novels." Meranda leaned, propping her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand. "Do tell."
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He doesn't mind the bouncing, though scoots back so that his butt is between the couch and Maurice's knee, making it easier to talk and sit still. "I was really drunk and hit on him because I thought he was a woman. Told him his hair was pretty or some shit. Then he turned around and said thank you, I think. That night is a little blurry..."
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Maurice started turning colors. "YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS CAUSE I'M PURDIER THAN YOU."
"Oh, so jealous my eyes are turning green."
The dead man folded his arms over his gut and stopped bouncing Hanna. "I took him over to my roommate at the time uh--" How to explain THAT? He didn't want to go into it yet. "And introduced him to a real live actual girl. And then I think plans to teach him how to make spaghetti happened and we both saw how much good that did."
He had a feeling he was going to be doing most of the cooking in this house.