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WHO: The Good Gentlemen of Nonah #001 (Hans, Maxwell, Shadow)
WHERE: Nonah #1
WHEN: mumbles vaguely
WHAT: Housemates getting acquainted.
WARNINGS: none atm

( Shadow is cleaning. It's an oddly cathartic process, even if it feels a little like a placebo, action for action's sake that just happens to have the bonus of making your surrounds better. Right now, Shadow is standing outside; there's a big blue and white icebox, currently closed but with a bottle of beer resting on top of it, condensation rolling down the glass. There's a barbecue, too; nothing fancy, just a simple charcoal thing, that's got coals on it, burning away, not quite ready for cooking on yet.

His current adversary is a giant dick that's been spray painted on the side of the house. Well, a whole mess of graffiti on the side of the house, but getting rid of the dick first seems like a good tactical decision. The suds on the wall are pink from the paint starting to come away, and by the looks of it Shadow's been at this a while. He doesn't look up until he realises the sound of people inside the house, and wonders just how zoned out and focused on the job he was - did they just arrive home, have they been there a while? He's got no idea. )

Hey. ( Called out, leaning towards the window he's propped open. ) I got some beers out here, if you want. And some t-bones in the fridge,( he adds, seeming to remember, ) but this bullshit graffiti's taking longer than I thought.

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[Maxwell still hasn't yet come to terms with the information Miles has given him, about his other, not, self, but as the days pass it has gotten easier at least to set it aside. As long as he has something else to focus on, so he's grateful when he hears a voice calling out - perhaps not to him specifically, but general enough he feels he's allowed to intrude.

His face appears on the other side of the window. He slides it further up and ducks to lean out.]

I don't know what a t-bone is- [a genial smile]- but I have free hands, and am happy to learn, if you'd like help.

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[Due to the extent of the vandalism, Hans has been living at a nearby hotel the last few days, having little desire to either rough it, help with the cleanup (the government owns the house, they can do that), or tolerate a work crew's presence (if one actually showed up).

Unfortunately however, hotels cost money and on his salary (Assistant Manager at the Year-Round Christmas Corner—needless to say, a source of constant irritation) he doesn't have the funds to do that indefinitely (note to self: make some progress on heist plans toute de suite).

Which brings us up to him arriving back at the house to see a strange man cleaning a big pink dick off the wall and naturally, Hans is going to assume the man's government worker.]

Ah, progress. [And then he sees the beer and barbecue, lifting his eyebrows wryly.] Be sure not to overtax yourself.

( "Progress"?

Shadow's gaze slides from Roommate One to Roommate Two, and he just lets the silence rest for a moment before getting back to either of them. His hands feel a little raw from scrubbing, but it's hardly anything worth commenting on. )

I was going for "two birds, one stone," but I think my guy in there's about to become Master Chef.

( He straightens up from his scrubbing. ) Shadow. Just moved in a couple days ago. And this is—

( Gesturing to the window, he pauses. ) Maxwell, right?

[Maxwell ducks his head in a gallant gesture, both a confirmation and a greeting.]

I also just arrived.

[Hans simply stares for a moment, his eyes shifting from the dick scrubber to the man in the window, his expression just a touch incredulous.]

Moved in?

[And then, after a moment—] Oh, that's rich. I'm here by myself for two months, [which had been a good thing, really] the place gets trashed, and now they dump people in? [He snorts.] Probably they couldn't get any of their own people to clean the place up, so make use of imPorts. What's the inside like?

( Ah, yes. Shadow just stands by - partly patient out of feeling it's the easier course, just letting people vent their shit, and partly because this place seems like a lot, and after the time he's had lately? He's not unsympathetic. )

They're giving us a roof over our head. I don't mind making sure it isn't falling apart.

( Anyway, he sets down the cloth he's been cleaning with, grabs his beer, and flips open the cool box in an offering, of sorts. ) Scrubbed down the bathroom and the kitchen, first. Fridge is fine, couple of cabinet doors need fixing. Upstairs wasn't hit too bad, so I'm assuming your room is fine. Sitting room...

( There, he clicks his tongue a little. ) Let's just hope they get us a new sofa sooner rather than later.

It's certainly liveable, considering.

[Maxwell says in a tone that says he knows what he's talking about. This building has all its walls and a roof. They'd still been working on those for Skyhold.]

And all of us together, I'm sure we could have the few bits that aren't set right in no time.

[Hans looks at Shadow a little wryly.]

A roof is about all that was left the last time I was here and no, my room was not livable and neither were the other four. So presumably they've had a crew in, who did a half-assed job and then called it a day.

[He rolls his eyes a tiny bit and exhales in resignation, glancing at Maxwell.]

Let me change clothes and I'll be down shortly.

( Shadows eyebrows shoot up with Hans comment, looking from his roommates to the house, and not really trying to hold back his thoughts. ) That's it after work?

( Well, damn. It was still pretty shitty when he turned up, but apparently he had something to be thankful for. (Dubiously thankful, mind, because Hans was right: this looked like the definitive half-assed job.) Shadow's concern is not entirely subtle. )

Alright. We'll chuck a t-bone on the grill for you.

( And, with a nod to Maxwell, he starts to move for the door, remembering Maxwell's comment from before. ) They're are a kind of steak. You ever done much barbecue?

[Maxwell - who had been glancing around inside the building as Hans described what the place had looked like before - leaned back out at the question.]

I turn a mean spit. [Camp life.] But legitimate cooking? ...No. I haven't had much opportunity.

[His mouth curled, slightly wry, all charming, and he pointed to the bucket Shadow left behind.]

I might be better left with that, to start.

[All in all, the inside of the house does look better than it had the last time he set foot in it and considering how thoroughly it had been trashed, he supposes that's something, anyway. Contrary to what one might expect from looking at him, he does have casual clothes (although even those look a bit too nice for nice for clean-up work, but they'll have to do).

He spends some time getting his room to rights before he comes downstairs, and if the steaks are ready at that point, that's fine with him, he doesn't mind taking a (very long) break.]

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