A few of the other cats have taken up residence on the opposing bed, where they sit with their feet and tails tucked neatly under them, keeping stiff and steady watch as though their gaze can pierce through the screen. One of them chirps a greeting as Barrow enters, but his attention is on the rather larger presence, who elicits a deep and bone-weary sigh.
"HELLO, LAZAR," he booms, tossing his bag to the floor with an unceremonious clatter, "MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE."
A cautious man would wake at the first loud noise: When you aim to survive, it pays to be quick from dreams. A clever man would argue that it's the quiet noises that are the problem right now, that any problems loud enough to hear are clumsy enough to handle.
Lazar isn't either of those things. What he is, is lazy. An answering groan rumbles loose from Barrow's pillow (yeah his face is just all mashed up in there), one bleary eye winching onto the bag.
"What you got there? Bowling balls?"
Out of fashion right now. Difficult to pawn. Maybe he'll go back to sleep -
"Why don't you catch it and find out," Barrow grunts, moving through the room with a nudge of his toe to the bag, which he has no intention of picking up again-- it was enough lugging it up all those stairs, with or without bowling balls inside.
He comes to rest with his back to the windowsill beside his bed, arms folded as he regards Lazar wearily from above.
"What's got you back here? Finally get kicked out of wherever you went?"
"Wife's a bit worked up," A hand flutters up just enough to prove that it's whatever, settles heavily onto the cat's twitching haunch. "So I figure: Give her a little space - do a little good. Win-win."
Older means slower - but Lazar knows better than to go there. If Barrow was gonna die like that, would've done it already. - Older means don't get yourself fucked up by him, it'll be embarrassing.
"Reckoned you might've closed the deal on one of them Hightown broads by now."
The scoff that this elicits does contain sincere amusement, but just as much incredulity.
"Hightown," Barrow repeats, shifting his weight unconsciously as a cat leaps from the windowsill to his shoulders, "your opinion of me's higher than I thought."
"There's plenty of them get bored, start taking in strays," He finally huffs up to his elbows, displacing the armpit wriggler. Lazar spins a finger: "Wrap 'em up in sweaters. Hell, you could have hot milk, twice a day -"
"We can move people through eluvians," he muses, "maybe, if we combine all the eluvians, we could move our base to... I don't know. The Hissing Wastes. Nice and dry there."
He is, however slowly, warming to the presence of his erstwhile-erstwhile roommate. Except,
There's a face that Lazar can make. It's even worked before - alright, sometimes, occasionally; less often than he'd like and almost exclusively with women of a certain age.
When you're being mean to him, this is who you're being mean to -
A thirty-five year old man who groans out of Barrow's bed like he's twelve, and toward the hall. Someone probably left their blankets behind when they vanished into a Rift. Or just didn't lock their door.
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Date: 2024-01-07 06:07 am (UTC)"HELLO, LAZAR," he booms, tossing his bag to the floor with an unceremonious clatter, "MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE."
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Date: 2024-01-10 12:52 am (UTC)Lazar isn't either of those things. What he is, is lazy. An answering groan rumbles loose from Barrow's pillow (yeah his face is just all mashed up in there), one bleary eye winching onto the bag.
"What you got there? Bowling balls?"
Out of fashion right now. Difficult to pawn. Maybe he'll go back to sleep -
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Date: 2024-01-13 04:16 am (UTC)He comes to rest with his back to the windowsill beside his bed, arms folded as he regards Lazar wearily from above.
"What's got you back here? Finally get kicked out of wherever you went?"
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Date: 2024-01-14 07:31 am (UTC)He yawns.
"Surprised you stuck around."
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Date: 2024-01-14 08:11 pm (UTC)Why the surprise, that is.
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Date: 2024-01-16 05:54 am (UTC)"Well,"
Older means slower - but Lazar knows better than to go there. If Barrow was gonna die like that, would've done it already. - Older means don't get yourself fucked up by him, it'll be embarrassing.
"Reckoned you might've closed the deal on one of them Hightown broads by now."
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Date: 2024-01-17 10:52 pm (UTC)"Hightown," Barrow repeats, shifting his weight unconsciously as a cat leaps from the windowsill to his shoulders, "your opinion of me's higher than I thought."
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Date: 2024-01-19 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-19 06:19 pm (UTC)"Too many stairs."
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Date: 2024-01-23 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-23 06:45 am (UTC)"We can move people through eluvians," he muses, "maybe, if we combine all the eluvians, we could move our base to... I don't know. The Hissing Wastes. Nice and dry there."
He is, however slowly, warming to the presence of his erstwhile-erstwhile roommate. Except,
"That's my bed, by the way."
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Date: 2024-02-01 11:18 pm (UTC)But he's making it.
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Date: 2024-02-02 06:35 pm (UTC)"Up," he grunts, jerking his thumb back toward the other bed.
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Date: 2024-02-02 08:13 pm (UTC)A thirty-five year old man who groans out of Barrow's bed like he's twelve, and toward the hall. Someone probably left their blankets behind when they vanished into a Rift. Or just didn't lock their door.
He'll be back, unfortunately. Eventually.