WHO: Adrian and Astoria WHERE: Adrian (and Astoria)'s flat WHEN: Sunday evening WHAT: WHAT UP ROOMIE RATING: Low likely
Adrian was probably making a rather epic mistake. Not that he ever thought anything he did was regrettable, that was one thing that Adrian worked hard to never feel. Everything in life served it's purpose, you enjoyed it or you learned a lesson... you didn't regret what happened. It wasn't that he could fathom regretting living with Astoria, rather it was the fallout of that which could be potentially dangerous. Then again you weren't living if there wasn't some danger in your life.
Astoria's elf had been a gods-send. His flat was typical bachelor messy. The kitchen had takeaway remains that he was too lazy to chuck out, there was probably some milk gone bad in the fridge. He wasn't a total slob, but there were some things he just couldn't be arsed to care about and they were usually the things that birds cared about. It was as clean as the day he'd moved in again though, made him think he'd actually manage to get the security deposit back. Excellent. He'd successfully moved his things from the master bedroom to the spare so that Astoria could have the attached bath and he could continue to leave his boxers wherever the hell he pleased in the other loo. That was a deal breaker for Adrian. It was the little things really.
He was seated on the floor in front of the telly he'd insisted on putting in the flat. His broom was across his legs and he he was trimming off excess twigs and small splinters while polishing the handle. Oh the innuendo involved with that task. He wasn't entirely sure when Astoria would be coming by with her things, but he thought it best to keep himself occupied at home instead.
And look, he was alone (unless you counted his broom). He could be a good flatmate.