74 Godiva Street, Wednesday Evening

[living_endless]

Didi was all set up for movie night, with The Punk Singer queued up on Netflix and a bowl of seasoned popcorn on the table because she liked it. Since she'd moved in, the apartment's living area had been slowly Didi-fied, with a few bright, whimsical prints on the walls and a throw rug patterned with goldfish in front of the couch

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[furnaceface]

Jono was feeling pretty decent this evening. And why not? He had good company ahead of him (please get along, good company) and a documentary to watch that was pertinent to his interests. So help him, tonight was going to be a good night if it killed him.

Of course, first he was going to have to knock.

//Knock knock.//

Or just say 'knock,' because he was a brat like that.

[never_dull]

Hannibal's hands were full - he was hardly going to show up and not bring food - so he was just going to shake his head at that. It wasn't as though it were rude to announce himself telepathically, but what was wrong with actually knocking?

[fjordicswagger]

"Can you remind these guys not to use the upstairs bathroom?" Tamsin asked, stealing a handful of Didi's popcorn.

She was actually going to get out of Didi's way in a minute. She just really craved popcorn.

[living_endless]

"Yeah, I'll keep them out of your way," Didi promised, giving Tamsin a sidelong look. "You sure you don't want to stay and watch the movie?"

She headed toward the door as she spoke, grinning a hello as she pulled it open. "Hey, welcome! You're my first guests since I moved here."