71 Serendipity Place, Saturday Morning

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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.

[ open to housemate and visitors! ]

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Oh, look! Or, perhaps more accurately, listen! There was a knocking at the door.

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That was enough for Mitchell to finally get up and stop lazing about on the couch. He had an inkling who it might be, so he'd already started on the "G," by the time the door fully opened. "Eorge. Hey."

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"Mitchell," he began, barging in past the vampire, grocery bags in hand. "Please tell me you have a kitchen." He hadn't yet looked around to see the state of the house.

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"Yeah, it's right down there," Mitchell volunteered, pointing down the hall. He was used to all the barging by now; cool under fire was his middle name.

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George nodded and went down the hall, saying, "Perfect, thanks, the cabins have no resources for cooking a proper meal and I need real food, Mitchell, you have no idea how much- OH MY GOD."

A moment passes. George backs out of the kitchen.

"Mitchell, please tell me you have some variety of cleaning supplies in the house. What have you been doing in there? Have you thrown out anything since you moved in?"

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"I think Arnie's thrown out a bunch of stuff," Mitchell volunteered about thirty seconds later, when he appeared (and leaned in) the doorway. "Why?"

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George put his grocery bags down in the hallway outside the kitchen (after first making certain that the hallway was at least a little bit cleaner than the kitchen) and replied, "I think I need a hazmat suit. Cleaning supplies? Please?" He pushed up his sleeves. "If I'm going to be cooking, I need to clean in here first."

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"You better watch out for those killer cockroaches, now, George," Mitchell said, grinning briefly. "Under the sink." He brought his cigarette up to his lips and took a pull. "It's not that bad. I think it looks homey."

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"Homey?" George practically dove under the sink, pulling out a bucket, several sponges, and four different cleaning products. Including bleach. "You would say that, I remember what your flat was like in Bristol before I got there, I don't know why I'm surprised about this. I suppose it was because you've got a housemate. Honestly, Mitchell, how can you live like this?"

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"With ease," Mitchell assured him, taking a pull off his cigarette before plowing on into his own kitchen. "Calm."

He was telling a lot of people that, lately.

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George was already piling trash into a garbage bag -- he bypassed the bin entirely, there wasn't any point -- as the bucket filled with hot water in the sink. "But it's- there's- It's disgusting."

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"It's just a few empty pizza boxes and some cups." Mitchell found a nice counter to lean against while he smoked. "You sound like Arnie. That's not a good look, George."

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George shook his head as he began spraying down the countertops. "Well, I'm sorry if I happen to think that a house should be clean. You see a few pizza boxes, I see breeding grounds for all sorts of nasty things."

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"And we can't have them taking over the planet."

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Rolling his eyes, George found the mop and began mopping down the floor. "This won't take long," he said. "When I'm done, I brought some stuff to make some food. Real food. Please tell me you have pots and pans."

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"I think there's some in the cupboard."

Which showed about how much Mitchell actually cooked. "You brought groceries?"

It seemed that he was doomed to George's cooking even if he lived in his own house right now.

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George finished up the mopping, ignoring the wet floor as he continued to bustle around the kitchen. "That would be what was in the bags of groceries I brought, yes," he pointed out, going to claim them. "I told you, I need real food."

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"Pizza is real food," Mitchell said, automatically. "Wait, what are you making?"

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"Risotto al limone con melagrana," George replied. "Real food."

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Right. Mitchell wasn't going to make a fool out of himself arguing that, so he took another pull off his cigarette and said, "How's school treating you? Made any new friends?"

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"Had a good chat with Dinah yesterday, after class," George said. "I met her back at the picnic, though, so maybe she doesn't count as new?"

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"She's still a friend," he said, with a shrug, "Look at you. Talking to women."

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George turned to Mitchell, affronted. "I talk to women!" he insisted. "... Sometimes I even ask them out."

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That made Mitchell pause mid-smoke. "Did you, now, George?"

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"Well, no, but I thought about it!"

George stopped his motions for a second, resting his hands on the countertop. "Did you know that she's telekinetic?" he asked.