( closed ) THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND

[shadohdamn]

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.

Comments

[dreadinquisitor]

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.

[exceptionalthief]

[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.

[shadohdamn]

( 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?

[dreadinquisitor]

[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.

[exceptionalthief]

[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.]