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The flat is rather small for a two-bedroom, and decorated like someone's mum tried to figure out what a teenage boy would want his room to look like.

"That's my brother's room," he says, shutting the door as they walk through it. "You don't want to look in there. It's... not good."

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"Well, I think it's a little too late for that," Travis says.

Still, he's more than willing to void the bed's warranty.

Some warranty voiding later Kale prances out of the bedroom in search of the kitchen. He knows he saw something kitchen like earlier.

Ah. yes. There we go!

"There should be something good to drink in here." He starts opening cupboards for beer.

Apparently, some time during all the warranty-voiding, Nicholas had come back to attempt his conversation with Travis again.

Which is why he's at the kitchen table, with a cup of tea and one of his newspapers, open to the crossword.

When he sees Kale prancing around like that, he immediately throws up the paper to shield himself from seeing anything he wouldn't want to.

"I'd appreciate it if you wore some clothes whilst in my kitchen," he says stiffly.

"Why? Nothing wrong with the human body, mate. I'm sure you've got one under there like."

Kale grins at him cheerfully.

"Because my name's on the lease, and I will not hesitate to remove you from the premises."

He sounds dead serious. He still hasn't moved the newspaper, though.

"Isn't Travis' on the lease too?"

Beer... beer... beer....

"As a co-sign," Nicholas says stiffly. "Out. Now."

Travis finally emerges from his room in a dressing gown, and holding a second one.

"Just wear it," he all but pleads. "It'll shut him up."

The fact that Travis even has a second dressing gown amuses Kale. But he'll put it on and tie it up with a straight and calm face.

"Better?"

"He's dressed, Nicholas," Travis says.

It still takes Nicholas a few moments to lower the newspaper, but he says nothing.

Travis turns his attention back to Kale. "Sorry about him," he says quietly. "I really did think he'd be gone today."

"It's fine. Just like a cat."

Travis gives him an apologetic smile and fishes out a few cans of lager from the back of the fridge.

"If you want to smoke, you'll have to do that on the balcony," he says.

Kale can probably guess that those are also the boss' orders.

"Nah, don't smoke. Mum would hang me up by my ears if I did."

He takes a can though and gives it a heft. "I can fix your game station though, if y'd like."

"Good," Nicholas says from his crossword. "It's a disgusting habit."

Travis ignores him. "Only if I can watch," he says in response to the remark about fixing the PS2.

Edited 2010-10-25 05:58 (UTC)

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