#(dirk 1)

There’s a few things Clover misses from his time in Archimedes. The fresh ocean air, the wide open streets and twisting side paths, the fact that he only saw glimpses of his previous housemates maybe twice his entire time there. No awkward introductions or having to be told to not eat other peoples’ stuff in the fridge. That was pretty nice. It’s a shame it can’t be the same case here.

Whether it’s because his luck shifts for just a second or because he’s occupied, Clover doesn’t notice the click of the door unlatching over to the side. He’s sprawled out across a single couch cushion in front of the TV, watching some show or another about soulmates and ghost hunting on a regular lazy Thursday, as one does. His head tilts up at a flash of annoying pink in his vision, squinting over towards the foyer. Ah well, if they’re here anyway...