The Apartment Above The Boards, Saturday Afternoon

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Jono frowned as he read the letter that had arrived for him for what had to be the dozenth time, either not realizing or not caring that he was getting thick dark charcoal smudges on his hands from the assortment of drawings that the letter itself had been written on

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There was a thud outside, followed by a quiet, "... Ow..." before a key turned in the lock and the door opened. "Remind me to not drop my suitcase on my foot?" Troy asked, lugging said suitcase, along with a dufflebag, inside as he hopped on one foot. "Don't mind me, I don't have much stuff to bring up. "Ryan's going to send the rest of my stuff along at... some point."

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"Some..." Jono glanced up from where he was seated at the kitchen table, box sitting wide open with half of his worldly belongings scattered in front of him, before pulling himself to his feet and flipping the top shut again. "Ready to move in, are you?"

He supposed it beat being holed up in the hotel for the rest of his days, and Jono could understand that. And it wasn't as though it was a small apartment, for that matter. But lord, it had been a while since Jonothon had shared his living space with anybody.

[oncourtandstage]

Troy blinked. "That is why we put in the other bedroom..." he said slowly.

And then realised, hey, had they ever actually talked about it? All of a sudden, he wasn't sure.

"Is this a bad day?" he asked instead. "Sorry, I should have called or something first. Just couldn't spend another day in the hotel, y'know?"

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"No, it's... I'd go half mad if I was crammed into that hotel before long, myself. Today's fine."

He shrugged as he started slipping things back into the box. Those bookends. That nautilus shell. A handful of books and a slightly damaged animatronic parrot.

... Long story.

"I just hadn't realized you'd be over today. Sorry, place is a mess, I'll..."

Clean. By putting the rest of the things that were on the table into the box, thereby putting anything that resembled a mess beyond the scattering of cat toys on the floor out of sight.

"Right."