#apt verse.

Kitty was actually a little excited for a roommate. And when she heard she would have two, well she was doubly excited. 

And then she met one of them. A kind of mean woman who she’s pretty sure tried to poison her after she tried so nicely to show her some films to educate her on the superior form of entertainment. She also threatened to burn her film, well, it was a thinly veiled threat she was pretty sure. 

Kitty vowed to steer clear of her. No fun sleepovers for her then. 

Her other roommate however, she hadn’t met. And she was quite excited for it. This time would go better, she would wear her clothes that said she was a quirky cool best friend. One of her sweaters and capris and of course her pearls. She did her hair very nicely and made suree her fingerwaves were properly set. 

She would look good, goddammit. 

The day had been long, he was covered in grease and oil. Another long day at the garage. But it was also pay day which meant groceries. He had Dandy text him a list while he was working of things they needed things they wanted. It was a particularly good paycheck so they could afford a few treats. Which included in this particular trip a couple of dragonfruit. The pink fruit was weird looking but fresh looking. 

He hoped he did well. He also picked up rice krispie treats for Laurel and fudge striped cookies for Cat. Malcolm didn’t need treats. 

So with four very loaded bags he went from the bus towards the door to the apartment building. He almost made it too when one of the bags ripped wide open, spilling the pink fruits, and other groceries all over the ground. 

Feo rarely left the apartment. He left to go to work, at a local mechanics office, or to go grocery shopping for the family. He didn’t like leaving the apartment. He didn’t like leaving his family. What if something happened them and he wasn’t around to help? 

What would he do without them?

However, sometimes he was forced out by one of his roommates that were less concerned about catastrophe. Namely Laurel and Dandelion. He was about half sure they just wanted some alone time. Just the two of them. And honestly, he was more than happy to give them the space they wanted. Well no he wasn’t. He was frustrated and he could feel his temper bubbling under his skin, like lava. 

His thumb flicked at the edge of his fingertips, in a repetitive motion. It was fine things were going to be fine. He had to believe that or else he’d go marching back into that apartment and probably stumble upon something he didn’t want to see. 

 He found himself pacing the common room, paying no mind to the other people lounging about. Whether they were playing pool, or watching tv, or just grabbing a coffee. He paced around the room, walking across the door to the outside. When the door opened, smacking him flat in the face.