ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ; ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ | ʟᴀsᴛᴍᴇssᴇɴɢᴇʀ.
With a few of the servants so close to his current dwellings it's only natural that Diarmuid would want to distance himself. It wasn't that he was afraid for his life or isn't confident in his ability to keep up with the other servants -- it was just that if a fight could be avoided he would rather take that route and minimize any potential threat lest drag innocent civilians into the crossfire and he doesn't quite want to go there either.
Staying where he was appointed is definitely not going to help any, considering there was some sort of sick deity that decided to play a cosmic joke on him and place another servant right where he lives. One that had an apparent disliking for knights at that. Ever since she started living in the apartment there was no peace to be had. He was on guard and on his toes whenever he could sense her within the vicinity.
The servants weren't his only concern either, it seemed that he had managed to garner quite a few admirers during his stay in the city and for them to find out where he lived is quite disastrous, hence why he moves so much nowadays without a real or permanent shelter.
Diarmuid was quite content with his arrangement before the female servant moved in -- he had a roof over his head and facilities to use. It was more than he could really ask for being a scientific experiment of sorts. But he had to leave that behind for all sorts of reasons, the main one being him wanting to minimize the inevitable fights and dragging bystanders into it.
Ocassionally he would stay in the park, camping out and napping on a tree or maybe even preparing himself a meal of sorts over an open fire before he works little odd jobs here and there. He had to provide for himself and he understood that, so he does. He doesn't mind, there was a sort of nostalgia that would settle itself in the back of his mind whenever he so chose to cook something outside and it was rather nice once in awhile.
But if there was an unoccupied or unused apartment he wouldn't say no either -- for all the obvious reasons. It wouldn't be bothering anyone anyway, or so he convinces himself as he slips through a window that he may or may not have forcibly opened. Breaking the lock was an easy enough of a task for him to do considering his strength, even if it has been limited for the time being.
It seemed empty enough when he initially checked -- it didn't seem as though there was anyone in there but it didn't hurt to look around, right?
