[ oh. he wasn't expecting this! quickly, zeke puts his cigarette out from outside and makes for the door. who could it be? he wasn't expecting anyone— surely it wasn't levi, here to pick up his cat.
opening the door a crack, it was, and he can't say he wasn't actually surprised. he was. ]
Oh, er— Hi. You . . . Wouldn't be here for a cat, would you?
[ (the cat is on the sofa, acting like it owns the place). ]
[ did someone order a bright warm ray of sunshine? here he is, looking as enthused as ever, though perhaps not quite as irate as he used to be when in Zeke's presence. baby steps? (not a short joke.)
he arches an eyebrow, a little incredulous. ]
You look surprised. Did you think I was gonna climb in from outside?
I thought you were going to call me a liar, first. Or just flip me off.
[ ………………… well it’s true…………… ]
—Come in.
[ he makes way, though his place isn’t too interesting. just your average nerd home, papers stacked on the table with a laptop opened to walls of words, sci-fi and baseball figurines litter his furniture. not to mention actualart on the wall. ]
[ he's actually doing this, isn't he? he's actually going to go inside this motherfucker's home. he's not being held at gunpoint. no one's life is at stake. he's not hiding from the police.
that's character development, bro. ]
You think I'd come all the way over here just to flip you off? [ (he would.) ] Obviously the cat wasn't there, so it wasn't exactly a stretch to believe that he'd—
[ as he steps into the apartment, his eyes are promptly assaulted by the art hanging on the wall. for a moment he just stares at it blankly, rendered speechless by the audacity of its sheer existence.
then he turns to its owner, a familiar disdain plain on his face. ]
[ this was all going actually okay until his taste in art and apes is questioned. zeke makes a sound, and points to the glorious paintings on his wall. ]
Really. These? They're a work of art, [ meanwhile, a fucking orangutandid actually float from one room to the opposite one. like there's nothing happening in here. zeke didn't see it. this all happened behind his line of vision. ] and existentialism!
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opening the door a crack, it was, and he can't say he wasn't actually surprised. he was. ]
Oh, er— Hi. You . . . Wouldn't be here for a cat, would you?
[ (the cat is on the sofa, acting like it owns the place). ]
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he arches an eyebrow, a little incredulous. ]
You look surprised. Did you think I was gonna climb in from outside?
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[ ………………… well it’s true…………… ]
—Come in.
[ he makes way, though his place isn’t too interesting. just your average nerd home, papers stacked on the table with a laptop opened to walls of words, sci-fi and baseball figurines litter his furniture. not to mention actual art on the wall. ]
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that's character development, bro. ]
You think I'd come all the way over here just to flip you off? [ (he would.) ] Obviously the cat wasn't there, so it wasn't exactly a stretch to believe that he'd—
[ as he steps into the apartment, his eyes are promptly assaulted by the art hanging on the wall. for a moment he just stares at it blankly, rendered speechless by the audacity of its sheer existence.
then he turns to its owner, a familiar disdain plain on his face. ]
Really?
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Really. These? They're a work of art, [ meanwhile, a fucking orangutan did actually float from one room to the opposite one. like there's nothing happening in here. zeke didn't see it. this all happened behind his line of vision. ] and existentialism!