[he holds up his item, originally placed on his bed—so if ming yi is looking, he'll see white has a large, curved sword. white eyes the strips of cloth next to it, before he goes back to what he was doing.]
Well, at least the lodgings are pretty sweet, so I'll put up with it.
Fine. [ He eyes the sword, then disappears for a moment, depositing his shovel in his room before reappearing in the main area. The first stop is the mini-fridge, because he has food he brought, and - ]
Do what you want up there. I don't plan on going there, anyways, so long as you stay out of my space. [ What the fuck are the things in here? He crouches down, pulling out the egg carton and frowning at it. A beat, and then VRRRRRRRRR. ]
[ Ming Yi, not one to miss out on bullying White, tosses the vibrating egg up towards him and his loft bed. The carton gets set on the table as he pulls out the bottles of lube. ]
[ You seem more modern than him??? He's not dealing with it, and instead pops the cap on the lube to take a whiff before he snaps it shut again and sets both bottles out. This should probably not be in the fridge. ]
[ yeet - Ming Yi catches it with both hands, because he's not some martial god or something. ]
Yes. Pretty sure the "eggs" and these bottles shouldn't be in there, but - [ And out comes the White Claw, as he pulls one of the cans from the six pack free to read it. ] - this does seem like it's supposed to be here, considering it's alcohol.
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[he holds up his item, originally placed on his bed—so if ming yi is looking, he'll see white has a large, curved sword. white eyes the strips of cloth next to it, before he goes back to what he was doing.]
Well, at least the lodgings are pretty sweet, so I'll put up with it.
["it" apparently being his roommate.]
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Do what you want up there. I don't plan on going there, anyways, so long as you stay out of my space. [ What the fuck are the things in here? He crouches down, pulling out the egg carton and frowning at it. A beat, and then VRRRRRRRRR. ]
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[... vrrrr?
he peers down.]
What the hell are you doing?
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He is very fussed about the eggy, though, and scoffs as he stands up with the carton in one hand, an egg vibrating in the other. ]
Going through the cold storage. They left very stupid things in here.
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What the fuck?
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white lets out a yelp of surprise, scrambling back at the begg comes flying.]
What the hell was that for!?
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[ You seem more modern than him??? He's not dealing with it, and instead pops the cap on the lube to take a whiff before he snaps it shut again and sets both bottles out. This should probably not be in the fridge. ]
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Is all that shit seriously in the fridge?
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Yes. Pretty sure the "eggs" and these bottles shouldn't be in there, but - [ And out comes the White Claw, as he pulls one of the cans from the six pack free to read it. ] - this does seem like it's supposed to be here, considering it's alcohol.
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[ Might as well try this drink, since he opened it. ]
Considering that's the end goal, if you're going to indulge, try to keep it upstairs. Or clean up after yourself.
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So long as we respect that, I don't see this arrangement being as terrible as anticipated.