"Lucky? Pretty hasn't gotten me shit, Murph."
Except maybe the Keurig...though that probably had less to do with his good looks and more to do with his access to free (re: steal-able) houseplants: a small price to pay in the name of decent coffee. He'd take what he could get.
"No, don't. I think it adds to your charm. What if all that makes you Smurf is in that one chin hair, and you pluck it with Rinaldi's tweezers, and you two, like, Freaky Friday that shit?" Thadd couldn't even confidently say who it was that he'd continue to hang out with if that were to happen: Murphy in Mrs. Rinaldi's body, or Rinaldi in Murph's.
Thadd's head shook as they reached the apartment. "Where he belongs?" Inserting the key into the lock (and finding it already to be unlocked, whoops), the door is opened and Murphy is ushered inside with a dramatic wave of Thadd's hand. "Better be nice to me, Altman, or I'm going to start leaving cubes of cheese around your apartment and lure Stewart Little back to your place."
Much to Thadd's initial disappointed, there wasn't much out of the ordinary in Rinaldi's home. He wasn't sure what he'd been hoping for--taxidermied cats, or a teeth collection, or hell, maybe even a Mr. Rinaldi..but no. Nothing beyond out of date furniture and a slightly under-watered plant collection.
"This poor woman entrusted me with the responsibility of coming in here and making sure that her plants were properly cared for, Murph. The fact that you think I would take advantage of such a thing is, honestly, a little appalling." A beat passed before he added, "of course I went through her drawers. Check out the nightstand."
Opening her fridge to nab the creamer (Caramel Macchiato, that bougie little lady), Thadd got to work on making a pot of coffee, opening the various kitchen cupboards to search for the grounds. "Dude, you can't take a sweater and a plant." Now that was crossing a line.
"Oh, fuck yeah, she's got Pop-Tarts!" He pulled the box out, but upon further inspection, frowned. "Unfrosted Strawberry. Gross."