Bah, roommates!
Jason entered his meagre kitchen, blithely ignoring the shape lurking in the shadows of the far wall. He went to the pantry, pulling out a hunk of bread. The shape moved a bit closer, still indistinct.
"It's my bread, Stauss." Jason said flatly, "I work. Work gives me money. Money gives me food. I eat the food. Me."
"I wouldn't have dreamed of asking for any bread." The shadow, Strauss, responded, "In fact, I'm shocked you'd even suggest such a thing."
"If you say so.." Jason muttered. It wasn't that he didn't trust Strauss, it was just that he was a total liar. Okay, yes it WAS that he couldn't trust him.
"So, exciting day at work?" Strauss asked. Jason could see the Shadow that was Strauss moving slowly towards the outside door.
"Same as always. Wake up, go use my university degree towards serving mentally challenged adventurers, who couldn't tell the sharp end of a sword from the blunt one." Jason paused. His pulse was rising. Again. His alchemist friends were always warning him about that.
"Do go on." Strauss said assuringly, still inching towards the door.
"I'm a fucking adept, a mage. Why in Thoath's name am I working in a weapons store?" Jason seethed. "I.." Jason paused as he realized that Strauss was right by the front door. He too a moment, and examined his bread, eyes narrowing. "I'm absolutely sure I had more than this when I left this morning..."
"As I was was saying, I'd never dream of ASKING you for any..." Strauss grinned goofily, and darted outside. "See ya!"
Jason growled at the departing figure, and ripped a huge bite of bread off, eating noisily. Sucky job, a thief for a roommate, and no end in sight. He kicked the side of the kitchen table, and flopped down into the nearest stool. Sew stew stew. Among the many not-good days Jason had, this wasn't really in the top ten or anything, but the fact that this was as good as it was going to get, was daily being drilled into his head. "There has GOT to be more." He muttered.
Soon, he'd wish he hadn't.
"It's my bread, Stauss." Jason said flatly, "I work. Work gives me money. Money gives me food. I eat the food. Me."
"I wouldn't have dreamed of asking for any bread." The shadow, Strauss, responded, "In fact, I'm shocked you'd even suggest such a thing."
"If you say so.." Jason muttered. It wasn't that he didn't trust Strauss, it was just that he was a total liar. Okay, yes it WAS that he couldn't trust him.
"So, exciting day at work?" Strauss asked. Jason could see the Shadow that was Strauss moving slowly towards the outside door.
"Same as always. Wake up, go use my university degree towards serving mentally challenged adventurers, who couldn't tell the sharp end of a sword from the blunt one." Jason paused. His pulse was rising. Again. His alchemist friends were always warning him about that.
"Do go on." Strauss said assuringly, still inching towards the door.
"I'm a fucking adept, a mage. Why in Thoath's name am I working in a weapons store?" Jason seethed. "I.." Jason paused as he realized that Strauss was right by the front door. He too a moment, and examined his bread, eyes narrowing. "I'm absolutely sure I had more than this when I left this morning..."
"As I was was saying, I'd never dream of ASKING you for any..." Strauss grinned goofily, and darted outside. "See ya!"
Jason growled at the departing figure, and ripped a huge bite of bread off, eating noisily. Sucky job, a thief for a roommate, and no end in sight. He kicked the side of the kitchen table, and flopped down into the nearest stool. Sew stew stew. Among the many not-good days Jason had, this wasn't really in the top ten or anything, but the fact that this was as good as it was going to get, was daily being drilled into his head. "There has GOT to be more." He muttered.
Soon, he'd wish he hadn't.
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