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Kayito-san

Kayito-san

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Two Roommates Sought. Two-story 3-bedroom house near campus.

Wanted: Financially capable, intelligent and interesting people. Personal hygiene is
a must. Must be capable of conversation, cooking, cleaning. Good taste and table
etiquette strongly recommended.


Monic sat back in the wooden chair and stewed over the most recent concoction. "Too wordy. No– not wordy enough? Needs to be more specific, with less words. Fuck me, I've gotta be over-thinking this." She leaned forward again, crossing her legs. "Ehhh. Think, Monax, think. Gotta put some 'me' into this. Augh this sucks ass, I need some air." she grumbled, standing up and walking to the back porch. She opened the door and breathed in some foul winter air, shivered and promptly shut the door. "Now I'm awake. Right. Good. I still can't think of a damn th– wait I got it." She sat down at the table again and revised the ad.


Two Roommates Sought. Two-story 3-bedroom house near campus.

Wanted: Financially capable, intelligent and interesting people. Personal hygiene is
a must; spray-on tans expressly forbidden. Must be capable of conversation,
cooking, cleaning, occasional drinking. Good taste and table etiquette strongly
recommended. Geeks welcome!


She meekly raised her arms in victory. It was somewhat depressing. "Alright then. Two new roommates; Survey says…"

-> POST AD

Monic stood up again, stretched, and looked at her watch. "I can't believe I wasted ten whole minutes on that thing. She wrinkled her nose and picked up her laptop to bring it back to her room. Frankly, her room was beyond distracting. Speaking of which– she might think about cleaning her room. After all, she'd posted in the add that she was looking for people with personal hygiene.

She kicked open her bedroom door, which had a cork message board covered in to-do lists and upcoming band listings. Monic paused, and checked the message board, setting her laptop down on the desk just beyond the door. She swiped her sable black bangs out of her eyes and peered furiously at the band listings. "Dammit. DAMMIT. Ragequit was playing yesterday and I missed it! Missed it, missed it." Yet, something else caught her eye. "Oh but Lord Baphomet's playing tonight..." Monic slipped down the hall into the bathroom, and peered into the mirror. She leaned forward, her gray-blue eyes scanning her lips. The vertical labret, freshly pierced not a week prior, seemed to be holding up very well. Mosh-capable? Nothing to do but field-test it. Black tanktop– probably enough cleavage; skinny jeans and bullet belt also present and accounted for. She bounced down the stairs and hopped to the door, grabbing a black jean jacket saturated with patches. "Bye house…" she said, shutting the door, and locking it of course, "…It's mosh time!"
 
Music blasting, the newly bought headset placed carefully on the young males head. It wasn't just ordinary music, or that techno stuff most others listened to. The music in his ears were Finnish, Danish or English, to be more precise Korpiklaani, the finnish folk metal that dominated the world, Svartsot, a Danish viking metal band and, lastly but not least, Winter's Verge, an english pirate metal band. It was what was always rolling through the speakers of the surround sound headset, bought for last months wages. He lived most of his life behind the computer, at least according to his mother. But currently he was searching around, looking at some of the online newspapers until something struck his eyes.

The brown orbs hovered over the small article for a moment, roommate's needed or somewhat like it. He smirked at the thought as he looked it up, deciding to read it. Though it caught him off guard, he smelled his own armpit just to check the hygiejne part, wrinching at it as he then laughed. He could pull it off better as he saved the website with the add.



The next few days went with his usual routine, school, gaming, casting games and commentating, but he returned to the add, anxious about it as he then suddenly decided to put in his reply for it.

Hello Monic

I would like to apply for the sharing of your house. I'm a stable guy, hoping to finish my time in college without having to redo any years. I'm currently studying programming as I wish to settle with designing games. I'm 19 years old, got a stable job and I'm reliable when it comes to cooking. I will most likely object a bit to cleaning, but I would trade it for cooking more.

If you wish we can set up a meeting of some sort and I can see the place and meet you.

On a side note, I'm a gamer, I also cast and commentate my games online so I will be spending a lot of time doing that when I'm not at school or working.

Yours
Max
(Email goes here)


He held it back for half an hour, debating with himself to the sound of loud music in the background as he then felt his heart skip a beat, the send button had been clicked without him noticing as he leaned back with a sigh. He felt relieved, knowing he'd finally done it and was hoping to move out of his parents house very soon.

The young male then got up to undress and shower before it was time for is daily commentary and cast of a few games.
 
Cold... a strong breeze... and plenty of moonlight, perfect for Parkour. It had taken her awhile, but she had managed to purchase a fairly sophisticated cam corder with a motion sensor that actually tracked and moved when it sensed something.

Vanessa took a deep breath, stretching her legs and arms out, it had been a few weeks since she had managed to get some free time to herself. "Right then... let's do this!" She said, activating the camera. It was in a higher position, there was plenty of room to move around and akward ledges to leap from.

She panted heavily as she came to a skidding halt in the middle of the area where she had started, clutching slightly at her arm. It was bruised, but not seriously injured. She grinned up at the camera, which had audio as well. "Heh... guess that's... what I get for taking such a long break, eh? All is well, just a little blood, no worries. Until next time, Van, signing out~" She said, turning the cam corder off. The video was twenty minutes long, cutting it short because she had landed badly on her left arm after a roll.

She still managed to climb up the wall easily enough, retrieving her camera and gingerly making her way back down to the ground, pausing for a few minutes to catch her breath before returning home. She snuck quietly back into the small apartment building, rubbing at her arm still as she made her way to her room, setting the camera down on the counter and plugging it into the computer. She grabbed a soda from her mini-fridge and took a seat in her chair, logging on and uploading the video.

While she was waiting for it to load, she browsed through the viral video sites she liked, and some blogs. One in particular catched her eye, posted a day or two ago. She blinked and looked at teh clock, noting that it was now midnight. Her eyes widened and she grinned, immediately stating a a response e-mail.

Hey, Monic. Responding to your blog looking for room mates. Almost missed it, really hoping there's still room. I have a stable job as a music store clerk and i'm taking courses for a philosphy major. I do Parkour, or free running, and taking care of personal hygiene is very important in keeping my self in shape too. I can cook well enough, and clean up after my self.

I also run a site where I post my videos, viral videos, games, love 'em all. Pretty handy electrician too. So, if there still might be a chance for me to get in, give me an e-mail.

Look forward to hearing from you soon
Vanessa~

She nodded to herself and sent the message, her video having finished uploading at the same time. With that done, she smiled, crossing her fingers that she got the room, finally able to be out under her own power, sort of.
 
Monic hunched in front of her computer and dragged her half-closed eyes over the screen. Four days and not a single– she sat up straight and smiling, demeanour suddenly bright. Caught one!

Hello Monic

I would like to apply for…

As she read, her eyes drooped and she raised an eyebrow. 'A gamer, huh? You better be good, uh…'

…
Yours
Max

'… 'Max'. I am going to want a challenge.' she thought, smiling. She'd recently picked up a PS3 and a couple of the most violent games she could find, Killzone 2, Resistance 2, Manhunt, and on some whim, Gran Turismo 5; she'd already pieced together an HD TV and an entertainment system, now all she needed was… Player 2. But she wasn't particularly keen on his reluctance to cleaning duties. In fact, she made a note of it.

She stood up and walked down the hall, slid down the banister, walked into the kitchen, stared at the calendar as she opened the fridge blindly. No more beer? She frowned, and ducked into the fridge. No more beer. She closed the fridge and wrote onto the attached magic-marker board, 'buy beer ASAP'. A thought struck her. There might soon be others living there, might be advisable to find out what they like to drink.

When Monic returned to her computer, she'd gotten another email. 'This one's from… she scanned the email, '… Vanessa? Cute name. She re-read the email, this time paying attention. 'Parkour, huh? Sporty, stable job, intellectual– eeee, a girl, it's about time!'

Monic considered it for a minute. So, a gamer; she had the inkling suspicion that he may be a bit of a shut-in or something. She'd have to be tough on him, and admittedly, she was sort of looking forward to it.

It was nearing the end of the month and if she wanted a strong deposit she'd have to let them move in before the rent-payment day. But that brought up yet another issue: how would she get their money? She owned the house, but she didn't want to intimidate them with the fact. Certain flatmates in the past hadn't liked the idea of living with their landlord. Wait! She still had the 'coffee shop fund', maybe if they paid their checks out to that one… Yes, that would do quite nicely. She opened up a new message and began to write.

Max,

Thank you for your interest As it happens, the space is available. If I may ask, with whom are you employed? I'm definitely okay with gaming, so long as it doesn't interfere with your share of the house work.

I'd love to meet with you, actually. If you'd like to see the house, drop by at [address] anytime between 11 and 2 tomorrow, thursday or sunday, and I'll show you around the house. If those times don't work for you, feel free to let me know, and we'll work something out. Looking forward to meeting you.

Thanks,
Monic


She cracked her knuckles and pressed send, then got to work on a second message.

Vanessa,

No, you're in good time, there's still a vacancy for you. Everything sounds in order, actually, so if you're interested in seeing the house, you can drop by tomorrow, thursday or sunday anytime between 2 and 5, and I'll give you the tour. Hope to hear from you again.

Thanks,
Monic


Monic hoped she didn't seem too polite, or too eager.
 
Max returned from his shower to the sound of the email bing. He shrugged it off for now, putting on some clean clothes as he then dumped down into his chair. He put his headset on, deciding for a game before he checked it. His game went smooth, for some reason the brackets had set him up aganist a lower league player, leaving him with a great advantage and within soon his opponent had been crushed. After the usual 'gg' and leave, he sighed. It wasn't worthy of being commented on so he didn't save the replay as he closed his game down and opened his email. Seeing it was from Moniq who had put up the add, he interestingly begun reading it.

He then opened up the reply box, seeing the line of messages that begun with his own as he then typed in:



Moniq

I currently work as at a restaurant, helping out in the kitchen or waitering. As it is, I'm hoping to receive a promotion to waiter soon, which is what's causing me to say I would like to cook over cleaning.

When it comes to gaming, I'm hoping to do some when I have classes off so hopefully it won't take up that much time.

I'll be sure to drop by tomorrow, I don't have work there unless my boss calls so I'll see if I can get a ride.

Max


Finishing it off, he clicked the send button before returning to his gaming, he needed those really good games that he could cast. Even when he was finished, he had only had one game he found worthy of doing and he had uploaded it instantly after before going to bed, falling asleep quickly.



The next day, he slipped out from under the covers, checking his schedule quickly as his mom brought him some breakfast. After the usual discussion about his sleeping times, she left, leaving him to his usual routine of checking videoes online and looking at some tournaments. He would've told Moniq that he made the most money from gaming, but he figured she would think he was too into it to focus on working around the house with her and the other flatmate as the add had stated two spots.

He then dressed quietly, pulling his iPod from the cloth cover and putting the earphones in his ears and the plug in the iPod as he then left the room, locking it after him to keep his pesky smaller sisters out. He went to get his coat, a long black trenchcoat as well as his shoes before he left to find his way to Moniq's place.

He was there at half past 11, moving to the door as he turned the music on and removed the earphones. He was tall, around 5'8 with a gentle face and a bright smile as he rang on the doorbell, hoping Moniq would be home even if the trenchcoat could possibly scare her a bit.
 
Bleary-eyed Monic opened up her email and clicked on the first thing she saw. Oh hey, look at that. thought Monic, I'm expecting a visitor anytime between… She checked the clock. Oh look at that, she'd overslept again. It was just after 11. Five minutes ago and two this afternoon. Grand. Yawning, stretching her arms and back, she lazily crawled into fresh clothes– skinny blue jeans and tight-ish black t-shirt, looked in her mirror, tousled, un-tousled and retousled her hair. She yawned again and walked over to the bathroom, did her dailies and walked out looking, if not feeling, slightly fresher.

She prepared some cereal, sat down, devoured it, hopped back up the stairs and put on her least fierce boots and most professional belt. She shook out her head for the last time, and the doorbell rang. For a moment, she hesitated, then forced her eyes open, tried to smile, and gradually made her way to the front door. She peered through the peep hole at the bloke standing outside. Hello, Max. I hope you're pleasant. she thought. She opened the front door and managed a light smile: not creepy, nor morose. Professional. She reached out her hand to the guy standing on her doorstep. "Max? Pleased to meet you." she said, chipper demeanour finally kicking in.
 
Max was a patient waiter, he didn't ring a second time but just as he was about to, the door was opened. He found himself looking into the face of a female with a quite pleasant approach towards him. "That's me, I take it you're Monic?" He asked back, his hand extending and shaking hers quickly. He had a gentle look on his face, though his grip was a bit loose. "Nice to meet you as well." He added after a short moment, his accent having a hint of british in the back of it as he stepped inside. It didn't take long for him to remove the trenchcoat, revealing a black t-shirt beneath, hanging loosely and a pair of slightly baggy jeans. His shoes were a pair of normal sneakers though if he found it a bit chilly, he had a pair of black hiking boots, easily mistaken for what metalheads usually walked aorund with.

He slipped out of his shoes, letting her decide what would happen when as he had a calm and relaxed expression, easily mistaken for him being cold. "So, what do you do to keep this place?" He asked her, looking around and finding it quite spacey and nice. It would be hard to keep it all clean, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to do as much of it as of cooking. In fact his mind was set on getting the deal to sound with him being more of the chef than helping cleaning. Somewhere in his head, it was wrong of him though, and he knew it as he somehow felt that he would have to do cleaning as Monic didn't seem to be that much into it.

He had a longing for spending his free days with gaming, one of them was today but he knew he had to do this if he wanted to get rid of living at his parents place. He watched her, trying not to seem like he was staring as she was indeed pretty in his eyes. He had noticed the message board, though not the messages on it and he found it already nice to consider living with two others. It would be a challenge but he thought himself up for it.
 
She smiled. "I am. C'mon in." she said, shaking his hand firmly, and, with just the very slightest hint of sarcasm, "Nice trench coat. Don't own one myself, but… nice. Anyways, this is the house," Monic walked to the left, "Main dining area and living room, complete with HD TV and PS3 of course. I hope you're into consoles. Down here," She continued, opening a door at the end of the elongated room and entering the small hallway intersection, "are the washer and drier, in this room, the door at the end also opens to the back yard, and then theres a door around the corner in there that leads to the second bathroom. Both bathrooms have a bathtub, which is nice. In here is the office, printer and scanner, and one of the game servers I run." She turned around and walked down the hall a bit, opening another door, "The basement's mostly just a storage area with the furnace and such, not a lot of space in there."

She led him back towards the door but turned left towards the kitchen. "Kitchen, fridge is usually stocked with beer but ah… I ran out. Oh, speaking of which–" turning around quickly and putting on her best 'snide flirty smile', "What kind of beer do you drink? If, that is, you drink it."

Monic pointed her thumb over her shoulder, "Also, the other back door leads onto the deck. Backyard's kinda sloped, so there's two doors out. Not a lot out there, there's a barbecue and a toolshed, but the toolshed's just filled with porn." She turned to the stairs and started making her way up. Hah! she thought, I wonder if he caught that. Monic bounded up the stairs with little effort, well and ultimately aware that he was probably staring right at her butt.

"And finally," sighed Monic, running her tongue across the back of her lip piercing, "These are the rooms. Mine is at the end, bathrooms's right here," knocking on the door behind her, "And your room would be one of these two. I take it you're… into metal?" Monic raised her eyebrow and stared him right straight in the eye with a very sly smile.
 
Following her through the house, he made mental notes on the place of where everything was while he listened to her. She had a nice soothing voice for some reason but what caught him was that she had her own gaming server. "I see, a gamer like myself." He grinned lightly, returning to her questions about consoles. "PC mostly for me, I can do the PS3 but i prefer the 360 for FPS's" He added, heading further in. It was then she mentioned that she was out of beer and asked him what he usually had. "I don't drink a lot of beer, but I don't mind bringing some Ice with me." The referance to the Smirnoff Ice alcoholic beverages was clear. "Other than that, I only drink if it's got vodka or rum in it." He wasn't that much of a gamer, though he was addicted to Mountain Dew.

He heard her talk about the garden but what caught him before the stairs was that she mentioned a porn stash in the toolshed. He'd have to check it out eventually as he made a clear mental note to it while looking up. He caught her behind with his eyes, seeing it bounce lightly on the way as he sunk a lump in his throat while reaching the upper floor. "Okay, looks quite nice as well." He replied until she mentioned metal. He smirked, looking back into her eyes as he stepped closer to her. "Metal is the only thing worth listening to." He told her, seeming a bit flirtatious for once. It was then he remembered what he had been planning to let her in on.

He hadn't mentioned the commenting of games yet so now was the chance. "A thing I forgot to mention, I commentate matches in popular RTS games. It brings in a little bit extra." He finished before stepping back, giving her a bit of room though wanting to see if she would close to distance or let it be this way.
 
(Some parts of the post are retrospective…)

… Monic shrugged in reply before shutting the office door. "While I do run a server, tell you the truth, I don't really play on it much anymore. Mostly it's for the money it brings in. I have some parts on order that should be here in a week or so, as I'm thinking of expanding the business a bit. Anyways, if you have a 360 we can hook up to the TV, I don't mind." …

… "Smirnoff Ice? You mean those things that taste like Sprite?" she giggled, "Fair enough, but don't you dare try and 'Ice' me. There would be hell to pay. As for rum, there's a bottle of it in the liquor cabinet above the fridge that I haven't bothered opening. Goat, I think it is? No– Lamb. Yeah Lamb's Black Sheep or some shit."…

… Monic smiled slyly and crossed her arms over her chest, inadvertently compressing her breasts. "Ah, one of those types, huh?" she teased, "Alright. Who do you listen to, then? Impress me and we can compare notes. Actually, there's an events listing on my door, but… it's mostly local bands. There's a huge grindcore scene in the south end of the city, if you're into it, and there's some excellent sludge bands that play at the local bar. Mastodon played there once before they got big." She was well aware that he'd closed the distance, which– at least to her– meant the poor boy was prowling for tail. Ah, knew it. You were checkin' out my ass on the way up, huh Max? she thought, and momentarily revisited Hewitt's 'The Spider and the Fly'. She smirked at her own little inside joke, and cocked her head to listen…

… "You commentate games for money, I run a server, for money. I don't have any issues with that, if that's what you're wondering." she said, uncrossing her arms and giving a resigned little shrug. She noticed that he'd stepped back again and suddenly wondered if her breath still smelled alcoholic. The thought perturbed her slightly, and she felt momentarily self-conscious. "Um," she paused, "I guess if you're still interested, please feel free to take a look in either of the two vacant rooms. Cable's covered by your rent, so's internet– T2 Highspeed, just about the best you can buy right now, but the server takes about a quarter of the bandwidth capacity, and I've given it bandwidth priority on the router, so you might have a smidgen of lag at high-traffic periods. Sorry about that. Anyways, that's about it, really. House rules are fairly lenient: whatever happens in your room is your business, but the minute it gets past your door it becomes mine. Capice? Good."

Monic turned and walked towards her door, opened it a crack, and retrieved a thin package of papers from just inside. She wasn't about to let him see into her room. Closing the door behind her, she walked back to him, the packet in-hand. "This is the renter's agreement. I suggest you read through the whole thing, because it outlines the payment policy, damage deposits, and there's some information about local attractions and services 'n stuff."
 
(^^)

Listening to her talking about bands and music he decided to let her a bit in after having stepped back. "Svartsot, Korpiklaani and Winter's Verge, I don't know how big they are internationally but they're quite cool." Max said, then soon listening to her talking about hte internet and commentating games. He didn't really seem bothered much about it as she then mentioned how much her server took up. He was okay with it as long as it wasn't too heavy lag. "That seems fair enough to me." He stated, seeming like it was obvious as he decided to look into the rooms, picking the one on the far side of her room, imagining where he would put his stuff easily as he then moved out with her, seeing her moving to her own room and picking up the package of papers.

He accepted it gladly, nodding in response. "I'll take a read through back home." He said, keeping his tone somewhat decent as he tried to hide the fact he had been halfways staring at her butt whenever she had been in front. He wasn't that much of a social guy, which the coat explained, but he did still have the needs of any late teen guy and the interests when it came to the female area. He leant back against the wall lightly, watching her with an interesting glimpse in his eyes. "Doesn't seem like money is the problem after all." He said, a bit low as if meant for himself but only stating that he didn't see anything being in the way of him living there with her and another person.

Looking at the time suddenly, he noticed it was nearing 2 and he had to go around the market to pick up some drinks for himself for later in the evening. "Darn, it's passed quickly that hour." He noted, moving towards the stairs. "Do you by any chance have a phone number? Or should I email it to you when I've read through the contract and made my decision?" He asked her, turning back to look at her, implying curiousity even though his mind had already made the decision for him.
 
Monic checked her watch. The time had gone by. "Yeah, huh." she mumbled, then turned her gaze back to him, "Just send me an email, I guess." she said. She didn't want to be giving her number out to anybody unless they actually moved in. Then, of course, things would be different, but she'd been asked for her number by so many different guys that in general, it was a good idea to keep it private. Monic smiled lightly and followed Max to the door. Her eyes started at the back of his head then slowly paved a trail down his back, to his ass, then shot back up to the back of his head. Her smile upturned a bit. He certainly wasn't bad looking, she was quite partial to his butt actually, but she imagined he didn't have a hell of a lot of experience when it came to women. Perhaps that'll change, Max. she thought, Maybe I can help you up on your feet. Briefly the image of him looking down at her, naked, flashed in her mind. Somewhat taken aback, she blushed for a second before shaking it out of her head. They reached the door and she quickly, a little awkwardly, stuck out her hand. Don't scare him off, she thought with a bit of panic, This guy can afford the rent and he's not a dick. Do some convincing. Think, Monax. Get dude to want to stay. What do you do when you want to get laid? Try that! Monic paused and bit her bottom lip gently, her lip sticking to her canine as it withdrew. She opened the door for him, then put her hands in her pockets. Slightly, oh-so-slightly, she pushed her shoulders forward and breasts together, and gave him her best 'do come back'-slash-'please believe I'm innocent' smile. She'd converted straight girls with less.

She closed the door behind him and retreated back to her room. Monic sighed and opened up Firefox, and opened her email.
 
Vanessa groaned, stretching out in the chair, leaning back as far as it would let her. Normally, she'd stay up for a few hours, check out any responses she got, but she was getting pretty tired and clambered over to her bed finally around two in the morning.

She didn't wake up until around noon, taking a quick shower before returning to her computer. She grinned broadly, seeing the e-mail from Monic. "Oh, hell yeah!" She beamed, getting dressed into a pair of nearly identical set of clothing to the one she was wearing last night, it was practical.

She eagerly grabbed her phone and keys, printing out directions to her hopefully soon-to-be new home. In truth, she could have walked or jogged the ten miles, but she didn't want to get there sweaty or anything. There was no traffic thankfully when she left, arriving just after three.

She pulled up to the curb and got out, walking up a little nervously to the front door, knocking on it firmly after hesitating for a moment. She took a breath and put a smile on, her left hand resting in her pocket as she waited for the door to open.
 
Being back down in the entrance of the house, Max had felt her eyes on his back. He had no clue that she was checking him out, and for his own sake he didn't really care about it just yet. Nothing to conflict with his view on his sexuality as he thought himself purely straight. In fact he even had some experience, though limited to the few parties he had gone to before finding his spot in the world of online gaming. He had no clue what was going on inside her head as he put on his coat before shaking her hand. "Sure, I'll send you an email with my decision." He replied, putting a smile on his face for her before he moved out the door. It was then he noticed how posture, how she was standing and smiling. For some weird reason his mind went cloudy by the sheer thought of her like that. Had he been younger and foolish, he would've believed her innocent smile, but he knew better at this age. Deciding to be a bit careful for now, he kept smiling back.

Having left, he heard the door closing behind him as he made his way back towards his parents house, stopping by the supermarket on the way and picking up a stack of Mountain Dew and some candy before finishing the trip back. Once there, he sat down by his computer and put his music on before beginning to read up on the contract while setting up his computer for the first video of the day.
 
The doorbell rang and Monic smiled. She made her way to the door and upon opening it, discovered Vanessa standing there. She stepped aside and smiled again. "You must be Vanessa. Do come it." Monic smiled, but her mind was reeling, She's so cute! she thought. But suddenly she recalled, I didn't even check out her site. Damn it I probably haven't a thing in common with her. Stupid Monax! Stupid! Monic closed the door behind Vanessa and once again began the guided tour. "So um, parker, huh?" she muttered, "You're pretty active then. That's good. Electrician, though? Where'd you do your apprenticeship?" Monic tried to make good conversation. A lot of the time she got lumped in as, 'one of the guys', her feminine curves notwithstanding.

She touched down on the main area, living room, washer room, office, basement, kitchen, and then finally led Vanessa up the stairs. She wanted to get the boring part over with so she could get to know Vanessa. To Monic's discredit her mind had been wandering. Max' reserved qualities had caused her to wonder what such a boy would be like in bed. It was an absurd notion, and he probably wouldn't want anything of it, she thought, yet she'd always wondered about doing the 'Dominatrix' thing, and had begun speculating what she might do to him under such circumstances– purely speculation of course. Say my name, Max. "Mnmig" he sputtered through the cloth gag. Monic shivered. Why was she fantasizing about this? She looked at Vanessa as they neared the top of the stairs, and suddenly her mind flooded with entirely new speculations involving Vanessa. She rid her mind of the ideas. Suddenly it was both Max and Vanessa. Again she pushed it away. This time, they didn't come back. She smiled at Vanessa. "Well um… that's the house I guess. If you have any questions…"
 
She smiled, shaking her hand. "Yes, a pleasure to meet you Monic. Been looking for a new place, but I don't quite make enough to be completely on my own, ya know?" She chuckled, walking inside. She looked around, listening intently throughout the tour. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just something about it really gets the blood flowing. I have a lot of fun with it, and it helps keep me in shape." She grinned, her left hand still in the pocket.

She blinked. "Apprenticed? Not really, I learned from my dad and uncle. It's how I payed for rent at my parent's house when I didn't have a job." She said as they went upstairs. She watched as Monic seemed to pause for awhile, looking around again. After half a minute she spoke up. "Um... is everything alright?" She asked, rubbing her arm. She shook her head. "Uh, just how much it costs? I advertise on my site and I have a job, but I still don't make quite that much, though I should be fine once i'm done paying off the new computer." She said, smiling brightly.
 
Monic put her hand on the back of her neck. "Ah…" she muttered, "Well… I suppose that's um… Okay as long as you pay the full sum eventually. I can't really ah… Dammit, I can't really give you an exception Vanessa. I mean on top of rent there's the damage deposit I need from you." Monic turned around and walked to her room. She retrieved a rent agreement and shuffled through the pages. "I mean, yes you're supposed to be able to pay both rend and DD, but… Well only the DD is actually required before move-in. I could make an exception of time, but that's about all I can do shy of contributing to your rent." Monic looked up at Vanessa, "And my rates aren't cheap." She shrugged. "Really though, Vanessa, I need dependability. So yes, I can pull some strings right now and get you some leeway on this, but I can only do it one time, you understand? If you're alright with that, though, you'll need to pay the DD as soon as you can, plus whatever else you can spare towards rent. And you may have to move in on the same day as the other person to save on moving crew and otherwise help out." Finally she turned to Vanessa, "But if you're alright with all that, then the spot's yours."
 
She twitched, rubbing her arm again nervously. "Well... how much is it? I'm pretty sure I can afford the rate... just not sure about the down payment right now. Paying off the camera right now." She explained, looking over the rental agreement. She grinned, looking up. "I was actually expecting a little bit more... I'll be able to handle this fine. Though only issue, is still the down payment... If you can wait a few days, I can get it from what my parents owe me. Or until next paycheck." She said with a broad smile.

She was estatic. She was finally going to be able to move out of the the house! A thought occured to her. "Ah, right... the other person... Have you met them yet? You seem like a nice enough person, and the house is wonderful. I'm sure you wouldn't let a creeper or anything live with you, just wondering what to expect. Also, you mentioned that nerds are welcome, yes? I'm assuming it's mostly about video games, but what about table tops? Like er... Dungeons and Dragons?" She asked, wondering if they played, would be nice to have a campaign going...

She chuckled. "Moving wont be a problem. I can handle most of my stuff in four or so trips with my car, It's actually pretty close to here. But yeah, if that's the monthly, I can afford it no problem. I'm a pretty good cook too. Just sometimes, don't ask what's in it." She giggled. "So, when can I move in?" She asked excitedly, already thinking of something to have that day.
 
Monic forced a smile. "Vanessa I'm not sure if you quite understand. I need the damage deposit before you move in, and the actual rent itself before the end of the month. That's a week and a half away. What I'm saying to you is, I can put an advance on your rent for this month but you need to pay me back pronto. I'm not in charge of that, the bank is." And it was true. In order for Monic to maintain her platinum high-interest banking account, she needed to reach the minimum balance by the end of the month. In those interests, she either needed to get all of their rent in on time, or make some other sacrifice– such as not going to 25 shows in a month, or spending a few hundred less on alcohol. Monic bit her lip. That was a sore subject. Less alcohol? Could she manage? More importantly, less shows attended? Would she kill herself? Dammit she thought, But I have to do this. It'll pay for itself, Monax. It will pay for itself. Let her do that thing with the parents' money or whatever, and she'll be as good as yours. Short-term pain for long-term gain, Monax! Go go go!

She shifted her weight slightly, resting on one leg. "Alright. We'll do this your way," she said, "But that's only because you seem like a good candidate for this place. I like you, so you can stay. Get me a cheque with the deposit first thing, and then we can work out the rent ordeal at a pace that works better for you." Monic's head throbbed.
 
She nodded. "Oh, ok. Well, I can give you the deposit tomorrow then, and i'd get the money for the rent by the end of the week at the latest. Does that sound fine?" She asked with a smile. "Sorry, first time moving out." She sighed. "But yeah. Deposit tomorrow, rent by the end of the week, you have my promise." She beamed, sending a quick text to her parents.

"So, what time would be good to swing by with the check? I figure, we can discuss the move in date then. I can even help the other person too. Also, could you find a new place for tv in my room? I have a bigger one that I payed for that i'll be bringing in." She said, practically giddy now, she was really going to do it! "Thank you, so much for giving me this chance. I'll see you tomorrow then?" She said, shaking Monic's hand and saying goodbye before leaving, heading back home to pack her things up and get some of her money~
 
Monic's lips turned upwards slightly. Everything was turning out alright. At least one of the rooms had been confirmed, which meant waiting on another email, unless Max took the other room. But– a bigger TV that she'd paid for. She could afford rent right away yet she could afford a TV that was bigger than the one downstairs? Monic's brow furrowed ever so slightly. Perhaps Vanessa wasn't great with money. If it turned out to be a problem, she'd have to keep a note of it in case it became a problem. "Ah, anytime after 11 I suppose," replied Monic, "And, the room's totally empty, so whatever you can fit in there is entirely up to you. There's no ah… cable out in there though, since there's no master bedroom. If you want cable you can use the TV downstairs or we can set up the other TV downstairs." Monic sighed. It was about all she could offer, really. She could very well have just suggested that she sell the TV, but… seeing Vanessa in such a mood put Monic's Scrooge-esque suggestion to the back of her mind. She gave in. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, then." she said, rubbing the back of her neck. She shook Vanessa's hand and saw her out, then closed the door and looked at her hand. Monic balled and unballed her hand. The girl had a firm grip.

Monic walked into both of the spare rooms and thought about the layouts. Both had windows, closets, and each included three sets of power outlets and a central light. Heating vents beneath the windows, too. Homely. Monic opened her own door and observed the layout of her own room. It had more of an L-shape versus their rectangular rooms. It was a bit bigger of course, with a slightly longer window. She walked over to her closet and knelt down, pushing aside a couple of boxes. She leaned into her closet and peeled back an old poster. "Shit," she thought, "I forgot about this." There was a small hole in her wall from a past roommate's paintball obsession. The very reason he'd been kicked out in the first place. She stood and walked into the room adjacent. The hole was half-hidden behind a power outlet, but still vaguely visible. How was she going to fix it? Monic returned to her room. Maybe they wouldn't notice. If they complained, well, she'd worry about it then. It was inside of her closet, though, so if she left her closet closed, it might just look like a shallow hole rather than– than… a peephole. She sat down on her bed and considered it for a second. If she kept her closet closed, it's not as though they'd be able to use it for that. With that she dismissed it, opened her laptop and went back to her email.
 
"It'll be nice to see the TV in the stand it was supposed to be in, grandparents tossed it my way when they got a new one." She said with a grin, her current room a little too small to support it. "Right then. I'll go and pack my stuff and uh... see you tomorrow." She said as she left, almost running down to her car and speeding back. But she managed to calk down enough to stay under the speed limit.

She didn't even say anything to her parents as she started gathering her things. A few posters, dragon figurines, a couple of swords. She grabbed her modest clothes supply, her gaming, computer, and book material. Lastly she grabbed a necklace that had a small silver disc that appeared to have a finger print on it, one of the few pieces of jewlery she wore. It only took her a few hours to bring everything down to the garage, and then she told her parents. They were suprised, but wrote her a check for the money they owed her.

Dinner rolled by and then sleep. She woke early in the morning, getting the first load of her things, clothes, posters, the swords and dragon figurines, along with her table top books. Nodding, she went back inside, had breakfast and made sure she had gotten everything out of her room, including a few... 'personal' items. She watched TV out in the living room until eleven before getting into the car and heading back down to her new house... god it felt so good to say that. She grabbed several bags of clothing, then walked up to the front door, ringing the bell as she hefted the bags over her shoulder.
 
Monic yawned and slapped her alarm clock. It flew off the bedside table and landed, with a thud, on the carpet below. "Augh." she groaned as she got up. As usual, she went about her dailies, prettied up, and noticed that she was beginning to feel anxious. Of course, Vanessa was going to be here today, but she hadn't heard from Max. So although she for sure had at least one roommate, there would be, in addition to the stress of figuring out the legalities and the whole move-in fiasco, figuring out how to get that second roommate within the week. Monic bristled. It wouldn't be pleasant having to deal with the bank, but moreover she hadn't had a good fuck in quite some time, and so her stress cap was significantly lower. Monic headed down stairs, inhaled a bowl of cereal and, just as she had put the dishes in the sink, heard the doorbell. She looked at the clock: 11:08. Jesus, Vanessa… Keeeeeener. she thought, humbly walking over to the door. She opened it and smiled, "Good to see you again. Let me grab the trolley and I'll give you a hand moving your stuff in. How many boxes are there?" she said, walking away from the door in the direction of the basement stairs.
 
She smiled, shaking her head. "Oh, no worries. I wouldn't make you help me bring the stuff in. I'll make two or three more trips. Though I may need help with the tv... mostly because of how akward it is, rather than the weight." She said, setting the bags off to the side. "I've also got the money for for the down deposit." She said with a grin, reaching into her pockets. She pulled out a check for two-hundred dollars, the rest of it in cash, handing it to Monic.

After they were done talking, she started bringging everything in, only taking twenty minutes. The last thing she brought in, was the stand for her swords. Two Kodachis that shared the same hilt, fitting into either side of it next to eachother, and a Jintachi. She held the case in her hands, and the sheaths of the swords around her shoulder by the straps. "Right then, that's it for the first load. I'll be back in twenty minutes or so." She nodded, heading up the stairs.
 
Max had been reading the contract with his music in the background, he had been so deep in it that he hadn't heard when his mother called for dinner, or when she came to his room with it figuring he was busy. She hadn't even looked at the papers he was reading. Eventually, he had eaten his food while reading, the music still blasting but come midnight, he was done and his head felt like a mess as he fell asleep by his computer, his head resting on the papers.

When he woke up the next morning, he felt a sudden surge through his body, like he had been electrified as he then looked down at the papers. "Ohh yea, shit." He muttered for himself, turning his screen on as he went to his email and found the one he needed. He then begun typing:

Hi Monic

Just a quick note from me, I've decided to accept the offer, if you have time please do send a text to (insert number) so I can begin moving now.

I also have the money for first month's rent and the damage deposit ready for when I arrive.

Max


He quickly send it, going back to his games after getting some light breakfast. He had no clue what the time was, but he knew he was hungry and he wanted something to eat before he'd await the text Monic would send him. If she wouldn't mind him moving in, he'd also have her number in case he had to call her.
 
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