InsaneJournal

WHO: Owen Harper & Cordelia Chase
WHAT: Roommate wars!
WHEN: January 20th; early morning hours
WHERE: Owen & Cordelia's flat
RATING: PG-13 for potential language
STATUS: In Progress

Dr. Owen Harper was exhausted. It seemed like this place hadn't had a proper doctor in a long time, and even with a few to currently pick up the slack that had been going around, his day had been tortuously long. So when he opened the door to his flat, dropping his coat onto the nearest available surface without so much as a thought to where it landed, his immediate destination was his bedroom and the sleep which he'd find within it. At least, that was what he'd thought until he'd staggered inside in the dark and went to throw himself down onto the bed only to end up faceplanting into the hard wooden floor. Well, not strictly just the floor. There was a sleeping bag rolled up underneath him and a cardboard box next to it precariously balancing the items that he'd had laid out on his nightstand. But other than that, squinting through the dark, Owen couldn't see a single scrap of the furniture that had filled the room when he'd left this morning.

Annoyance coursing through his veins, Owen had already started the network message by the time that he realized at this hour, Cordelia wouldn't exactly be in the position to argue about this much less tell him what the hell she'd done with all of his things. But all the same, it also left him with a wonderful opportunity. Tacking on the last few words and pulling himself back to his feet, Owen stripped off his shirt and pants, leaving them in his room, well away from where Cordelia could demand that he put them back on with the ability to toss them at his face, and sauntered with intent over to her room.

"Budge over, princess," Owen hissed, giving the woman a nudge in the side as he climbed into the bed next to her, weaseling his way into the space that was left.