#kristerra

@terraxnakajima

So. Kristoff had no house.

No, he did have a house, or rather an apartment, which he was still sharing with Sora because... well, even though Kristoff did wonder if he should baby-proof the stove, he also didn't particularly want to leave him without a home. The landlord had been kind of hesitant to let Kristoff back into the apartment (he had just moved out, after all), but apparently a paying tenant was better than an empty flat, because there he was, with even fewer belongings than before, back in the old flat he had so dreaded coming to for the last year.

The flat didn't make everything right, though. They couldn't just move on from it like nothing had happened. Sora had burnt their fucking house down. And whilst it was an accident, it was... a strange one. Kristoff was still thinking about it. How did a whole fire start from a slow cooker? Kristoff had cooked over open flames in the woods and he'd never had a problem yet.

It just meant that he was spending a little more time in troll territory again; he was on his way out there now, in fact, we spotted someone up ahead. He didn't actually know their name (and to be honest, Kristoff was kinda bad with names, so even if he had been told it, he probably wouldn't have remembered it), but he knew he had seen them with Sora — and even though Kristoff was itching to get out of town again, he knew he had to start looking into the fact that his roommate was... well, strange.

That is legit me. It's the highlight of my day when I have the opportunity to walk around in my bra and underwear and sing as loud/badly as I want without being judged haha.