Creepy Old Mansion on Phoenix Way, Tuesday Morning

[breakfastlover]

Mike had made himself scarce last night He'd been busy, anyway, calling up Brooke, to check she was all good, and to talk about getting his shit sent up to him at some point. They'd ended up talking about a lot more than that, and for pretty long, too. It'd been kind of nice to talk to someone so utterly level-headed after spending a few weeks

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[justlurkinghere]

Derek had issues with sneaking up on people. In his defense, it wasn't always on purpose.

So, sorry for suddenly appearing behind you as soon as you were inside, Mike. "You brought coffee."

[breakfastlover]

Coffee which almost ended up on the floor right then.

"Motherfu-- !"

Mike spun around, clutching his chest with his free hand. "Jesus, how many times do I have to tell you, man? Don't do that."

[bitten_notshy]

Down in the basement, Jack woke to the sight of slugs mating inches from his eyes. He had the most exciting life. (Sometime, he was going to need to talk to Derek about maybe not chaining him in every night.)

But for now, he harrumphed and called up the stairs. He heard Mike, but he was perfectly willing to let Mike assume they'd been playing Dungeon of Terror if it mean he got out of here.

"Is there breakfast?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Coffee, not breakfast," Derek replied, giving Mike an amused look before going down to take care of Jack.

Hey, at least pants had been left close for the morning?