[log] Rub-a-Dub-Dub [closed]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: House, Ecks, Lutha, and Frisk
Location Building 188
Date: Day 172
Summary: There are too many people in a tiny bathroom, but there is a shower with working hot water!
Warnings: Cursing is very likely. House and Lutha are their own warnings.

[Only the bathroom remains of this apartment--a shower, attached tub, a sink, and a closet. It's cramped, but it's livable--and the hot water works!]

Comments

[ecks]

[Everyone, it seems, is staring at Lutha, because Ecks is as well. Emotional responses can be nuanced and difficult to read, but there is not much to mistake in the way he reacts. Not unless he is a very good liar. She continues looking at him, but she directs her own reply to the others, keeping it in English.]

He is not from where I am from.

[And with that, she hangs the shovel back up on her pack.]

[rubikscomplex]

[And with Ecks' return to English, House's attention turns from Lutha and over to Frisk.]

You are an idiot, but that's pretty much everyone here. Don't take it personally, half-pint. I'm putting in a prescription of cough medicine for you.

[House brushes past Ecks, steps over Lutha's legs, and finally gets back to his pack. He pulls out his tablet and promptly steps into the small closet and closes the door. Goodbye, people he doesn't want to talk to. He'll just listen from in here and ask Ecks more later.]

[hangfire]

Sure, glad we got that figured out...

[It's a mumble against the collar of his shirt as he finally finishes wrestling his glove back on properly. House gets a snarling glare and Lutha pulling his legs away. Were he in a less irritated mood, tripping the old man might be an entertaining option... but he's not exactly fond of getting another whack with a shovel.

Frisk, though, gets an expectant stare, following House for a moment with increased irritation before finally just shoving at the kid with his boot in the direction of the closet. Don't let that insult slide, kid, come on!]