71 Serendipity Place, Saturday Morning

[chosehumanity]

Life on Fandom, Mitchell could get used to. All the vampires with none of the bloodlust, a room full of good kids every week he'd so far not even felt the slightest urge to harm, and a housemate that didn't send his senses into overdrive.

Even if the housemate in question was a twat who could use a good smacking one of these days, but Mitchell was choosing to look at things from the bright side. For one, he now had a credible excuse to make a mess of the place - it upset Arnie. That kept him in good spirits.

That was the entire explanation why he was spending his morning eating old Chinese food from the fridge on their beaten-up couch, surrounded by an old pizza box or two. Life was good.

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[chosehumanity]

He shook off whatever it was that Rimmer had put in his head. "I didn't want to deprive you of getting to do the hovering," Mitchell said, with some semblance of WTF still tinging his syllables. "Spend time with your friends."

[uptheziggurat.livejournal.com]

"Oh, very droll."

He'd read that in a dictionary once and he'd come to like it.

"Well then, I have business to attend to" like the beginnings of what he thought might be a stomach bug even if that didn't make any sense to him being a hologram and all "and you... perhaps you could just try and throw things away? I know you move, I've seen you do it. Take the crisps bag, move, and put it in the bin from now on. Are we clear?"

[chosehumanity]

"Not remotely," Mitchell told him, shooting him a shit-eating grin.

At that, he lit up his cigarette.

[uptheziggurat.livejournal.com]

The Stilton face was back.

"Smegging idiot."

At which point, he promptly retreated back upstairs.