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pomodorixamore:

Lovino simply nodded as he listen to the other speak “That’s clearly understandable.” He rubbed the back of his neck before coming up with an answer. “I learned guitar from my grandfather at a young age. As I grew older I focused more dance, I still play but it was just something I wasn’t looking to get into career wise.” He could’ve just given a simple answer.

“Yeah, unfortunately, violas are pretty underrated in most musical circles,” he said with a sigh, annoyed with the pervasive predicament of his instrument. Eirik silently processed the other’s answer and then replied, “It’s almost the same for me too actually. I’m only minoring in music because it’s still kind of a hobby, but I wouldn’t pursue a career in it. We’ve got better things to focus our energy on, right?”

Hey shark boy! How's it been?

‘Shark boy’? Is that supposed to mean me? I’ve been alright, I guess.

#ic #pomodorixamore #c: lovino #(it's been five thousand years. or maybe like a month. so sorry still)

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goingdownunder:

“Shit man, sorry I make ya feel shitty or anything. Guess I’m one of those lucky fuckers who doesn’t really need to worry about how shitty English is huh? Besides a fair few of people with English a a first language mix poisonous an venomous up so it’s a pretty common mistake anyway. So where ‘ya from?” To say Jet was a man of few words would be a massive fucking lie, he was a man of too many (probably) fucking words.

Under the draws? Nope. Behind the book shelf? No. Where the fuck was this spider??

He crinkles his noes, thinking that the answer was pretty fucking obvious. But he humoured the guy. “The average response around here is if you see a big ass spider, is kill it. And that’s not fair to Orbie, I’m the one who bought her into this habitat, out of her home so now I gotta fix it. ”

Eirik’s eyebrows rose up and he blinked in surprise. After a moment he let out a small humored snort. Although noisy, he found it amusing how the other managed to go into such a ramble.

“I’m from Iceland, and I agree that English is a shitty language. They have us learn it in schools back home though.” He glanced around lazily after replying, looking for the lost spider without putting much effort in.

“How caring of you,” he remarked a bit sarcastically, “I’m sure ‘Orbie’ will appreciate it.”

"Okay is is going to sound really weird, but just roll with it" Jett smiled rubbing the back of his head as he looked around the room. "Have you seen a spider in here?"

“What?” Eirik gave the stranger a bemused look before he also glanced around the room briefly. “I don’t remember seeing a one. Why do you ask?”

#ic #goingdownunder #c: jett #tw// spider #(late and not the greatest reply but here it is óuò/ #eirik will get a scare from orbie; confirmed èué)

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itslegolord:

“Living people keep visiting me and showing me technologies and it’s hurting my brain,” Magnus reported. “Plus it’s been so nice and sunny lately, I wish I could feel warm from it.” Ghosthood was a problem for Magnus. He was already talkative when he was alive, and the afterlife’s lack of a need to breath basically made it possible for him to talk non-stop. Thus, here was, ranting.

Eirik ‘sat’ and listened to his neighbor rattling on about various things. On one hand, he wasn’t very fond of excessive chatter while living. However, he has found it provides some interest to an otherwise boring existence.

“I’m convinced you must have died from not breathing with how much you talk,” he joked, only half-seriously, after listening for a while.

"Eirik, are you here?" He knocked on a nearby tree as if it were a door, just to be polite before visiting his neighbour.

“I’m over here.” Eirik came out from hiding behind a pile of charred wood upon hearing a familiar voice. “Did you need something? Or are you just visiting for some reason?”

#ic #itslegolord #c: magnus #event: boos v boo hunters #(this is late and i am sorry! #i had to recover from wisdom teeth extraction)

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broadwaycatalyst:

[ cranes over at the dishes ] Is that cherry pie? Holy smokes!

Oh, you’re related to Lukas! I see. And, hmm, now that I think about it, you have a much rounder face. Baby-chin. Let’s eat!

[heaves out a sigh] I guess that means you’ve met him already.

[suddenly registers the comment] Wait, ‘baby-chin’? [places a hand on Hyunwoo’s shoulder] What is that supposed to mean?

#ic #broadwaycatalyst #c: hyunwoo #(BABY-CHIN #eirik is offended) #surprisingly i actually imagine he has a rounder face than lukas -u-)

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pomodorixamore:

“Viola, that’s pretty cool. I actually played guitar for a good while in my youth and kind of stopped in high school.” He frowned just a bit as he recalled the reason why. “What’s your favorite song to play?”

“Hm, hard to pick.” His brow furrowed in thought. “My transcriptions aren’t that great and I haven’t had a chance to play many compositions with good viola parts.” He shrugged and looked over at the other with a curious tip of his head. “Guitar is interesting. You decided music just wasn’t your thing or what?”

Hey shark boy! How's it been?

‘Shark boy’? Is that supposed to mean me? I’ve been alright, I guess.

#ic #pomodorixamore #c: lovino

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It was only natural, and required, for Eirik as a music program student to practice his viola. Though he could have practiced in the comfort of his apartment, he opted for the practice rooms on campus when he could. They were more private and had less risk of a roommate interrupting.

Eirik was about to actually start his practice session, just one string was left to tune. And it snapped in his face. He recoiled and released a string of expletives, in both English and Icelandic. Unfortunately for him, the room’s door hadn’t been properly closed, which left his swears to be heard by any random passerby.

#ic #!aastarter #open #(he's got quite a mouth on him) #(this took more energy than it should have to write)

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yikao:

“That’s good! I don’t like mispronouncing other’s name, especially since mine gets constantly mispronounced here.” As if he’d just let the conversation die there. Sure Eirik sounded uninterested, but that could change!! People change, it’s like a fact. At least that’s what Yusheng was telling himself as he tried to keep from sounding boring or too annoying.

If only he had Hyunwoo’s weird goddamn charisma at the moment. As much of an idiot his best friend was, he was a social idiot that can make friends with a snap of his fingers. 

“It’s not the worst thing to talk about! And.. and! It’s actually really cold out!” He puffed his cheeks and looked away. “I don’t get how people can handle this kind of cold easily, it’s so weird.” 

“We get by through sheer willpower and spite,” he deadpanned, just bit more seriously than he had intended, “Where I’m from there’s not really daytime for half the year. So it’s either that or moping around and complaining; like you are right now.”

Eirik was being rather harsh on Sheng, that was true. But he found it amusing just how vocal he was with his discomfort. Sure, it was cold but it wasn’t anything Eirik thought bad enough to be that distressed.

“This is still a terrible topic,” he continued, beginning to hasten his walk so they’d reach their destination sooner, “I stand by that. I’m just letting you know you’re being kind of a baby.”

#ic #yikao #c: yusheng #(sheng's trying so hard to be friendly #and eirik's just being himself) #which means being kind of an ass)

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broadwaycatalyst:

[grins and points over to small buffet tables] I hope they don’t run out. 

You do look familiar, man. Hmm, do you have a cousin at this school or something? Quiet type?

[peers over at the tables] you’ll probably find something to eat.

Hm, there is an older brother of mine. I guess he’s kind of quiet; he’s mostly just weird. We don’t look that similar though.

#ic #broadwaycatalyst #c: hyunwoo #(eirik: in denial #also talking shit about his brother hehe)

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goingdownunder:

Getting out from under the now thoroughly searched desks, Jett placed his hands on his hips and frowned looking around the room. He was sure it was in this one, he could feel it in his gut, and his gut hardly stirred him wrong.

He snorted at the others question, “Nah don’t be ridiculous! She ain’t poisonous.” He grinned, she’s venomous. Poisonous is when if you eat or touch it you’re effected, venomous is when if it bites you you’re fucked.“

“But orbie’s venom isn’t any danger to people.” He hastily added on as he began to search in any crook that the spider might have crawled to.

“Ugh.” Eirik pressed a palm to his forehead. “Sorry, English isn’t my first language. How was I supposed to know the difference?” his voice had a sarcastic tone when he spoke, “You knew what I meant anyways.”

“So your ‘orbie’ isn’t dangerous, that’s good. Why do you need to find it so badly then? It’s just for show-and-tell in your Biology class, right?”

"Okay is is going to sound really weird, but just roll with it" Jett smiled rubbing the back of his head as he looked around the room. "Have you seen a spider in here?"

“What?” Eirik gave the stranger a bemused look before he also glanced around the room briefly. “I don’t remember seeing a one. Why do you ask?”

#ic #goingdownunder #c: jett #tw// spider #(i kind of want orbie to show up on eirik's shoulder or something #i think that would be kind of funny #this reply is kind of short sorry)

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yikao:

“I thought it did! Whatever, it probably slipped my mind.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to look at the other. “Nice to meet you Eirik! I’m saying it right, right?” 

Not that his accent was that obvious, he lived in America since he started high school. Still, some names still sound odd when he repeats them.

“Also, isn’t it a bit cold? I’m not used to this kind of weather.” Small talk with a bit of awkward laughter at the end. That’s his charisma working, definitely.  

“Yeah, it’s alright,” he mumbled disinterestedly. Eirik considered his full name much harder to pronounce and so was more willing to tolerate how anyone pronounced the nickname.

That, and he had no real interest in maintaining a social interaction with the other, even though he was getting free food. At least until he heard Sheng bring up the weather of all things. He couldn’t hold back a soft snort in response.

“The weather is the worst thing to talk about. It’s not even that cold anyways.”

#ic #yikao #c: yusheng #(eirik tries to avoid being social #and fails so now he's stuck talking with sheng)

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“Oh, you know. Dead as ever,” he said while crossing his legs, giving the appearance of sitting on nothing as he floated, “Nothing much happens out here. What about you? Any interesting after-life stories?”

"Eirik, are you here?" He knocked on a nearby tree as if it were a door, just to be polite before visiting his neighbour.

“I’m over here.” Eirik came out from hiding behind a pile of charred wood upon hearing a familiar voice. “Did you need something? Or are you just visiting for some reason?”

#ic #itslegolord #c: magnus #event: boos v boo hunters #(it's not very obvious #but eirik is making a joke cause they clearly don't have 'life' stories)

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pomodorixamore:

“It’s was pretty nice.” His excitement began to die down just a bit. “That’s really okay. Music, what kind do you play?” Even though he only played the guitar, he was trying to just find some common ground with the other.

“Oh, hmm.” He drummed his fingers thoughtfully, eventually responding with a shrug, “Anything that’s written for viola I guess. I’ve tried transcribing some more popular songs for viola though, since those are hard to come by.”

“Why do you ask? You interested in music or something?”

Hey shark boy! How's it been?

‘Shark boy’? Is that supposed to mean me? I’ve been alright, I guess.

#ic #pomodorixamore #c: lovino

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mctchc:

The creak resulted in another person’s doing. So this was the other roommate that Mikita had spoke of. Something along the lines of a not-so-social guy, and being rather morbid with his jokes. From what Kiku could recall, his own room had once belonged to the room that belonged to Mikita’s sister and the friend of this.. guy? Something about bird droppings and the like? He couldn’t remember.

It was in this moment that Kiku began questioning his life choices and how he ended up in such a mess of an apartment. How could Mikita, the man he had met earlier, live in such living conditions? No way should a beautiful dog, such as Obi Wan, be made to suffer in such circumstances! All creatures, most importantly those in the hands of the incapable, did not deserve this. And–was that a cat coming out of the other boy’s room? Poor creature.

“Honda.” Kiku rose quickly to his feet and, despite the mess, was able to make his way to be standing before him. “Kiku Honda–I am the new.. roommate,” unfortunately. “Sorry to intrude.”

“Uh, you don’t need to be sorry?” Eirik replied with a confused tip of his head, “If you’re gonna be living here now than you’re free to walk around the place whenever and wherever you want. Except maybe our bedrooms.” He set the basket of clothing down next to a wall, stroking the cat once when she passed by before he stood up.

“I’m Eirik, by the way. It’s nice to meet you” His hand extended in greeting as he glanced over the living room.

Welcome to Purgatory | part two

#ic #mctchc #c: kiku #(that feel when your reply is late and kind of short #but here it is! finally! i tried -u-)

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aarlovski:

Wow. Wow.

He cooks this boy’s meals, he does all their laundry, he cleans the cat’s litterbox every morning, and this is how he gets repaid????? Mikita couldn’t believe his ears.

Frozen in place, the Belorussian blinked once, twice, before digging a huge clump of snow and tossed it toward his Icelandic housemate’s direction in sweet revenge.

Eirik rolled over and tried to scramble to his feet, away from his snowy fate. The mass of snow pinned him to the ground before he could get very far. He had to actually push himself up and shake off the weight so he could sit straight.

“God, Mikita. I’m sorry, okay?” He glared at his roommate while brushing snow off his back. “You didn’t have to bury me alive.”

#ic #aarlovski #c: mikita #(there's room for a joke about them being dead inside #but i can't make it work here)

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"Eirik, are you here?" He knocked on a nearby tree as if it were a door, just to be polite before visiting his neighbour.

“I’m over here.” Eirik came out from hiding behind a pile of charred wood upon hearing a familiar voice. “Did you need something? Or are you just visiting for some reason?”

#ic #itslegolord #c: magnus #event: boos v boo hunters #(sorry for the wait -n- i've been very unmotivated lately #but thank you for the ask~)

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broadwaycatalyst:

[nods] Cool, cool. Let’s find the munchies and go to town. 

Hyunwoo, by the way. You look really like someone else I know.

[blinks in confusion] [what are ‘munchies’??] Whatever, [shakes his head] as long as it’s further from the cold air seeping in.

You can call me Eirik. I don’t know who you’re thinking of, I’m not that generic looking.

#ic #broadwaycatalyst #c: hyunwoo #(eirik thinking he and his brother don't look alike #he is a bit delusional in that sense)

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Eirik’s mouth hung open for moment as he processed the situation. With a sigh, it formed a disapproving frown as he closed it. He leaned back against a wall as he rubbed at his temple.

“Okay, first of all,” there was an edge to his voice as he spoke, “before getting into anything else, I need to know if this spider that’s ‘not yours’ is poisonous or not.”

"Okay is is going to sound really weird, but just roll with it" Jett smiled rubbing the back of his head as he looked around the room. "Have you seen a spider in here?"

“What?” Eirik gave the stranger a bemused look before he also glanced around the room briefly. “I don’t remember seeing a one. Why do you ask?”

#ic #goingdownunder #c: jett #tw// spider