Apartment Above the Boards, Wednesday Late Afternoon

[oncourtandstage]

Troy -- lugging a large suitcase and a duffle-bag -- banged through the door into the apartment. "Jono! You around?" he called. "I'm back! And I've got... stuff."

Lots of stuff.

"Also, I think I taste like pina colada again. This is the best island ever."

[Aaaand Troy is back, finally, now that I have remember to actually ping him back onto the

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[apocalipped]

Jono was indeed home! After a day spent in his office trying not to chew his own fingers off, he had decided to head back and have a long shower, in the hopes that perhaps he'd get rid of some of that... that lemon-and-regret flavour he seemed to have picked up.

Really, it had only resulted in lemon-flavoured water. And a kind of lemony fresh smell hanging in the air around him while he was still wet.

It had also resulted in him not hearing Troy come in. And, while he was wearing a towel around his waist as he stepped into the hallway, he was still going to take a moment to freeze, gaping at Troy with a bit of a deer-in-headlights look fixed to his face.

"Er..." Well. "You're back!"

Yes, Jon. He'd said that.

[oncourtandstage]

Troy was going to take just a moment to -- not stare, he had enough self-possession for that -- but he was, yes, going to, uh, take in what exactly was on view at the moment.

What? The boy was single, and it had been a while.

"Uh. Yeah! I am." We've covered that, Troy. "I'm just going to-" He made a vague gesture in the direction of his bedroom as he hefted his bags. "Just a second."

And that would be Troy dashing off to his rooms with his suitcase and duffle.

[apocalipped]

Which was good, as it gave Jono the opportunity to dash off in the opposite direction in order to throw on some bloody trousers.

A minute or two later, he was stepping out of his room again, still barefoot and with wet hair, but wearing a pair of jeans and his cleanest dirty turtleneck, the first clothing that he'd come across in his room. He was also digging through the liquor cabinet for some bloody vodka. Which he was planning on drinking straight-up, thank you.

If you needed him again, Troy, he was in the kitchen.

[oncourtandstage]

Troy, meanwhile, was wandering back in with a couple of cases of microbrew ales. "Picked us up some more New York stuff," he explained, throwing them in the fridge. "How's the island been while I was gone?"

He grabbed a glass and reached for the vodka himself, looking at Jono for permission before he actually picked it up.