#retrofritz

Sometimes, when you put a 500G bill in your pocket, it really is a 500G bill ready to be inserted into a nearby vending machine. For Angela, this was not one of those times. The 100G bill she had mistakenly brought out with her was not enough to purchase the candy bar she had her eye on.

Her poor luck seemed to be over, though, once she caught a glimpse of a figure with messy red hair and poorly protected cash.

She kept her movement quiet and reached as delicately as she could, feeling a few coins in her grip. They didn’t feel like much, but it was something.

Now all there was left was the escape. She just hand to quietly and slowly pull away with the money in hand, but she still considered this the toughest part.

Slowly... Slowly...

Crap! Caught!

Okay then, Mr. Not-Pirate.... we totally believe you to be the upstanding citizen you present yourself as. Totally. ;;)

Mistel missed the box on his first pass through the kitchen, but caught it on the second - just about the same time that an excited shout came through the wall that his apartment shared with Fritz’s. Mistel smiled, rolling his eyes (and rolling them a second time at the sight of his own misspelled name along with the various doodles), before checking inside the package.

“Oh..” Afraid to move it from the box for fear of damaging it, Mistel stared at the fossil for a moment - tracing a fingertip along the imprinted bones. He’d have to dig in his collection for a stand to display it with first thing in the morning.

@retrofritz

Mistel hadn’t been able to sleep for the last few hours, despite having put himself to bed at a fairly reasonable time. Thank goodness it was the weekend; he wouldn’t be too terribly tired in school in the morning, at least. Insomnia came and went in bursts for him, and the blond hardly paid it any attention— choosing to bide his time during sleepless hours by running through puzzle games on his phone, letting his brain work out whatever thoughts was keeping him from slumber before tiring itself out and succumbing to unconsciousness.

That wasn’t working tonight, unfortunately. Mistel sighed, closing the second app of the night - swiping his thumb across the screen as he sought out another one. Sudoku usually did the trick, but not tonight. Word puzzles didn’t seem particularly appealing. Didn’t he have a math—

The sound of a loud thud against the wall next to his bed roused Mistel from his relaxed reclining. He was glad he hadn’t been nodding off yet, or else that noise would have undeniably woken him back up.

“Hey—” Mistel knocked on the wall. He almost shouted a question through the wall, trusting that it would be thin enough (considering how cheap these apartments actually were) to carry his voice through to his neighbor on the other side— but quickly reconsidered. If Fritz could hear him, his other neighbors probably could too, and he’d probably do well not to go waking them by shouting (if that thud hadn’t woken them up already).

Mistel instead turned back to his phone, shooting his friend a brief (and silent) text:

@retrofritz

He found the door to Fritz’s apartment ajar on the afternoon he came to visit, frowning at the space between the door and its frame.

Mistel had found the entrance unlocked several times before, but this was a whole new level of carelessness. Sighing, Mistel pushed the door open wider, peeking into the apartment to get a brief survey of the space.

It looked exactly like it did the last time he’d been there, but that didn’t mean he should just trust it implicitly. He’d never quite felt safe in Sprout Apartments— which was the majority of the reason it annoyed the blond so often to find Fritz letting his guard down against the world as often as he did.