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[beul]

[Perry Van Shrike, ladies and gentlemen. The only fucking person in the history of humanity who can go up and down a flight of stairs without making a single noise. Without missing a single step and scuffing a heel or, fuck, stumbling even a little in order to not give a guy a heart attack.

Then again, maybe that was part of the plan in the first place.

... Well fuck, suddenly a whole lot of things make perfect sense. Jesus, the guy was like a Sociopathic James Bond or some shit. Putting his ninja skills to use for the sole purpose of freaking out roommates and other acquaintances. He probably got off to it, just sat there in the bathroom all "ha ha ha, sure got that Harry today. Fuck I got him bad, nearly fell off the balcony screaming. Shiiiiiit."

Not.

That.

Harry thought about Perry getting off. Like, ever.]

I'm gonna pick it up. [He grumbles around his cigarette, pulling it out of his mouth and turning - definitely still trying not to die a little jittery from that fucking scare entrance of Perry's - to just watch the other man move towards the kitchen, practically blinking and finding himself following him. Like some sort of fucking puppy trailing after him, whining for scraps.]

People put things down for, like, five seconds. It's normal in places that aren't run like army ca- what are you doing?

[Easily distracted, Harry. But fuck it, if Perry's making food, that's probably the best thing he's heard all day. Harm didn't even give him lunch before slamming the door in his face.

Again.]

[vanshrike]

[He'd been after coffee, in fact, but Perry's played Harry's on-again off-again keeper long enough to know his hopeful look for what it is--it's in the set of Harry's shoulders if it weren't already blatant on his face--and he sets about fixing a late lunch without missing a beat, as though that'd been his intention all along. He still turns on the coffee machine first, setting an extra mug out on the counter without so much as thinking about it. Harry isn't the only one who keeps making the same stupid mistakes. It's his own damn fault for falling back into routine so easily every time Harry shows his face again.]

I don't care what people do. [Perry grouses, sounding more irritated than he is. 'Lunch' itself amounts to sandwiches, but he'd already eaten and it's too early to start dinner; and for all it's an overtly generous gesture were anyone to realize, he still sits the plate of them on the counter for Harry to retrieve one for himself. Like all things it's a balance between doing too much and too little, letting Harry get too comfortable or driving him away for good.] You don't pay any rent, so you can either quit bitching about the things I do ask of you or find someone else who'll tolerate you for more than a week.