abel, come on, give me the keys, man.

[ruffrabbits]

[ one of his few requests that had been honored is off-campus housing. probably, his parents thought it was for the better. keep the sick away from the well and all that. noiz is just pleased that he can make some space his own, rather than deal with a roommate he'd probably have to either tolerate or drive away.

the apartment's floorspace isn't impressive on paper, especially not compared to the family "home", but that's fine. all he needs is room to set up his computers and lie down to sleep. his luggage supports that: one duffel bag with his clothes, personal items, and the few things he keeps in hard copy, and five large boxes of computers, monitors, and cables. he's having his largest monitor delivered separately.

he pulls the emergency stop on the elevator so he can carry all of his boxes in from the car up to the third floor in one trip. his current driver helps, probably on orders from the head of staff. don't let the eldest son fuck himself up any more than he already has, he probably said. something like that. noiz rides the elevator up alone, tonguing a cut on the inside of his mouth.

apartment number 304. after he gets to the door, he just unlocks and opens it, then turns back. he'd left the elevator on emergency stop again so he can haul his boxes in. though he can't feel most of the strain, there's a twinge of a stretch in his elbow joints when he moves too quickly, so he only brings one at a time. this means leaving the door to his new apartment ajar for about fifteen minutes, at this pace, but any risk is less important than the convenience. ]

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[hairdressing]

[ he moves to help, tries to help, but noiz ignores him and he's left watching him walk by with the last of the boxes. he hasn't been hired to help him move, no. but it seems stupid to leave him to do everything on his own when the boxes are heavy enough that he should get help.

with a sigh, he follows noiz back to the apartment to close the door behind the two of them. ]

Do you want some help unpacking all of these?

[ruffrabbits]

[ noiz would rather not have anyone going through his things that isn't him. he narrows his eyes briefly at his new "bodyguard". ]

No. Get out of my way.

[ he needs to set up his computers, and perhaps take over the room that he guesses his guard is supposed to sleep in. ]

[hairdressing]

[ the refusal is hardly surprising, but koujaku doesn't feel like it's something worth arguing about. it's not like he knows how to deal with any of the equipment brought in anyway.

so he rolls his eyes and steps away from noiz to leave him to what he's doing. ]

if you need me for anything, just say so.

[ruffrabbits]

[ noiz says nothing. figures, that his family doesn't trust him. he knew that already. but he didn't think they'd actually hire someone to live with him. surveillance from a distance, he could've accepted (and twisted to his own use).

but no way is he going to spend all his waking and sleeping hours with this guy. noiz hauls his personal boxes into one bedroom, then moves his computer boxes to the other. any personal items he sees are swiftly picked up and tossed out into the hallway. ]