OPEN POST;

[spiraea]

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OPEN RP POST ① Pick a character ② Pick a prompt (or DIY) (shamelessly and selectively pilfered from bakerstreet's Random Scenario Meme) ③ Do the thing!. table code by betterdolphin

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[nostalgiabomb]

[ He doesn't miss a beat: ]

Yeah. I mean, wouldn't you?

[stealwithit]

Well, yeah. Especially if it meant I had to hide in my neighbor's apartment the morning after.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He laughs at that, a hand going to self-consciously scrub his face. ]

Yeah, you're right. I should've started bein' suspicious around the animal sacrifice bit.

[stealwithit]

Hey, your life, your choices, dude.

[ She leans back in her chair. ]

Was it worth it?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He wrinkles his nose, making a sort of dithering noise as he considers. ]

Not really. And now I'm thinkin' of installing a metal detector at my door for these types of situations.

[stealwithit]

[ she laughs, shooting him a skeptical look after. ]

You realize anyone with, like, keys would set that off, right? And that's something totally normal people would have with them?

You might just have to work on your Crazy Radar, Peter. Your cray-dar.

[nostalgiabomb]

Nah. It'll work like at the airport. There'll be bins and an X-ray or whatever.

[stealwithit]

Right. That won't ruin the mood at all.

[ she clears her throat, then does her best airport security voice (??) ]

"Before we bang, please make sure all personal electronics, metal objects, and liquids are in the bin. And take off all your clothes while you're at it."

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He grins. ]

See? Totally on point.

You work for the TSA, huh?

[stealwithit]

[ A sly little smile, then: ] Wouldn't you like to know?

But, no. I work at an art gallery downtown called Illium. Ever been? And before you say it, yes, I know it sounds more like a nightclub than a gallery.

[nostalgiabomb]

I was actually gonna say that sounds like some sort of metal. Like aluminum.

But-- yeah, I can see a nightclub vibe, sure. So are you a curator, or...?

[stealwithit]

Yup. I mostly try to find artwork by younger artists. Increase their exposure and stuff like that, you know?

[ May or may not also secretly be in the business of selling counterfeit paintings?? who knows... ]

[nostalgiabomb]

That sounds like something way over my head. Never really had an eye for art.

[stealwithit]

[ Her fingers tap rapidly but quietly against the side of her mug as she looks thoughtful for a moment. ]

Well, then you should swing by sometime and say hi. I could teach you a few things. We can squint our eyes at paintings and talk about composition and colors. Bring your beret and your best snooty accent.

[nostalgiabomb]

Or I could stare and stare and stare at a painting, like Cameron in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and have an existential crisis.

Either way, fun times for me, right?

[stealwithit]

[ She laughs. ]

I love that movie. And definitely fun times. Plus, you get to hang out with me, which is a huge plus?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He smiles, a shoulder lifting in a shrug. ]

I mean, it couldn't hurt. Assumin', of course, you can still stand hangin' out with me after this.

[stealwithit]

[ She returns his smile with one of her own. She won’t lie to herself; their occasional stolen glances in the hallway and now-and-then elevator smalltalk have amounted to somewhat of a small crush on Kasumi’s part.

So she hasn’t really minded the intrusion. ]

Oh, I think I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m pretty sure anyone else on our floor would have slammed the door in your face.

[ God knows the rest of their neighbors aren’t any fun. Especially that guy Bau who lives by the elevators—he always seems so suspicious of her, for no real reason? ]

So, again, you’re welcome.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He huffs out a laugh. ]

Thanks again.

[ He opens his mouth to add something -- probably something flirty about how no one else on their floor is as attractive as she is, anyway, when he hears a door slam. It's suspiciously nearby. Peter jumps to his feet, moving to Kasumi's door to look out the peep hole. ]

-- I'm gonna check on that.

[stealwithit]

[ She flashes him a thumbs-up from her spot on the table. ]

Watch out for any dead squirrels she might have sacrificed in your apartment?