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Eddie Carmichael (the_doxyboy) wrote in wished,

To ask if Eddie and Maisie had a complicated relationship was sort of like asking if the sky was blue or grass was green, or if cats tended to own their humans as opposed to humans owning their cats (and as any cat owner would be quick to comment, cats definitely owned their humans). It was sort of like a mosquito bite right at your belt line that agitated you all day long but you couldn't really do anything about it. Not that Eddie was necessarily comparing Maisie to a mosquito, because--oh, for the love of... He shook his head to clear such inane thoughts from his mind, and just in time, too, because that's when the doorbell rang.

Eddie got up from his comfy chair and pulled the door open. He smiled at Maisie, then stepped back and held his hand out in a grandiose gesture, inviting her inside. The front door opened straight into a nicely-sized living room, which lead directly into the dining room and had a kitchen off to the left. A long hallway ran down the length of the apartent, and at the end was a master bedroom. On the right side of the hallway was a closet and, further down, a bathroom. Just across from the bathroom was a second bedroom. Eddie had taken good care of the place, and painted it in various shades of earth-tones (with of course a fair amount of blue. He had to keep up the Ravenclaw pride.)

"Welcome to my humble abode," he said, closing the door once they were both inside. "Can I get you anything to drink, Miss Beauty?" Always a perfect gentleman, he tried to be. Especially since he had a lot to make up for with her. He had what he hoped would be a fantastic night planned.