buying up from an apartment, and now he had time to get used to the place and learn all the weird tricks about it or what things would need fixing up. The house had sat empty for a few years apparently, unable
to find a buyer until Francis came along. He had noticed the neighbours seemed overly curious about the moving truck outside, but he figured perhaps they were simply nosy and made a note to visit around
later to introduce himself.
noticed the moving van first, peering through the window upstairs...and realised someone was moving into his house. Did he forget that he'd gotten a roommate? Or sublet the house? Or something? Well, regardless
|He was going to be nosy up here for awhile, and then go meet him. Not much to move in...which was great, all his stuff was just fine as it was. Hmm...blonde, kinda cute. Hopefully not a dick. Gilbert _
|Made his way down the stairs, peering around the corner to creep on his new roomie for now.
|| Looking around, Francis was glad he opted to keep the older furniture so the house did;t look so empty... but good lord did it ever need a cleaning. He had rented out a steam cleaner for the day, first off
doing the floors before having had the furniture in, and now working on the rest of it. He's singing to himself as he goes, some sort of old French song about romance.
[OMFG Gil would definitely insist ghost property rights once he finally came to terms with things]
creeps a little more at the singing, and takes a moment to recognize the language as French. His first instinct is to tell him he doesn't want the other to be walking around naked, whether it's French tradition
|or not. But...but maybe he can wait until after the guy is done cleaning. But he will introduce himself! He slips out from behind his creeping spot, with a grin and holds out his hand. "Hey! You must be my_
|_new roommate. I'm Gilbert, and you seem pretty cool so we should get along great. Thanks for the cleaning, though it's kinda spotless..." He cleaned every day...
keeps on cleaning with the steam cleaner, humming along to the song where he forgets the words- completely unaware of any presence with him. When he's done with the steamer he straightens the pillows and
such, making sure it all looked nice.
blinks at the lack of response or acknowledgement. "Hey...Hey asshole, I'm talking to you!" He situates himself directly in front of Francis, invading his space.
"You could afford some fucking common courtesy_
|_You know! It's not that hard, this is my house!"
pauses in his tidying, looking up in confusion, as he'd heard something... but instead he merely remembers where he had left the glass cleaner, turning on his heel and still humming to himself as he goes to
stares after him. What a douchebag, "Fine! I get it, whatever. You stay to yourself, I'll stay to myself. You could have just said so, instead of pulling this immature crap." Immature was totally his thing! _
|_But..whatever, he was a dick anyways. Gilbert kicks over a bottle that Francis had been using -probably another cleaner- and storms upstairs. What a fucking asshole. Fine, he was going to be a dick roomie too
still doesn't hear him even as Gilbert yells, but when the bottle clatters to the ground he startles and whips around to see what caused the sound. He spots the cleaner, looking at it oddly and trying to
remember where it had been sitting... maybe he knocked it over...?
fumes in his room, more at the slight of being ignored than anything. He hated being ignored, but clearly his roomie was anti-social, or an asshole. Whatever. He was going to sulk in his room and be a loud_
_and obnoxious roommate. Forever. Ha.
||As time passes, Francis notices odd things about the house he had bought. Often it was that things seemed to be in places he hadn't left them, despite him being the only person in the house. He had finally
gotten comfortable enough in the house to start inviting guests over though, including his one night stands after bar nights. He had no qualms about noise or walking around in the nude- why would he, after all?