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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Tristan raised his brows, another bite paused halfway between the bowl and his mouth. "Well, that's interesting," he said as he put the spoon in his mouth before his ice cream decided to turn into warm cream, both about the hot tub and about living in a building occupied by Muggles. Why, he wondered, would anyone want a communal hot tub? It was one thing to have a hot tub you invited guests to use and another to have a hot tub on a roof that was entirely open to the building. How often was it even cleaned? He may not have been mysophobic, but that didn't mean he wanted to relax in someone else's filfth.

"So this means no sex in the hot tub, huh?" he teased, not at all sure how something like that would actually work. And, with luck, he'd never get an in person display from the other residents of Pandora's building. Or Julian. Especially Julian. He loved his brother, but there were some things he preferred not to see.

"As for the glittery loo," he began, taking a moment to suck on his spoon, "I guess that depends on how many there are in your flat. If it's just one... might depend on the shade of the glitter." He nodded, as if serious about the glitter. "I don't think I can go about my business in a pink glittery loo, for instance. But a dark blue..." He shrugged. "Perhaps."