@marcos.diaz

[heliophilous]

with everything that's gone on lately, i had a question.

if given the choice, how many people would stay here and how many people would leave? i get that it's a pretty personal question and don't feel like you've gotta answer. i'm just curious considering the way the place has changed lately and the people that have been lost.

could you live your life here? or would you leave and take your chances?

Comments

[gradual]

perhaps i was wrong. perhaps it's me you're invested in. will you be making me breakfast again, darling? i really am quite famished.

[gasping]

i don't live in the safehouse anymore. no more free breakfast.
you're going to have to learn how to make your own pancakes.

[gradual]

is my niece living with you?

[gasping]

don't you think you should be asking hope that question?

[ aka; yes ]

[gradual]

i think she might have mentioned you and clothes. something like that. whatever it is, i ought to be having breakfast with my niece every morning. family is important and all that.

[gasping]

i am not giving you a key to our apartment.
if you want to have breakfast with hope, you can get your own apartment and invite her over.

[gradual]

i thought i'd simply ring the doorbell.

[gasping]

not every day!

[ what if she wants to have marky mark over for breakfast, kol ]

[gradual]

right. i suppose you're going to be sleeping in on some days. well, send me a text if you're going to be having sex then. i'll be sure to let hope know to invest in some proper ear plugs.

[gasping]

[ 😑😑😑 ]

i'm sorry, i don't remember signing up for reality tv.
find someone else's sex life to obsess over.

[gradual]

i simply want a good and proper breakfast. and you do make the best ones. ( a bit of compliment goes a long way, doesn't it? )

[gasping]

are you paying me?

[ does he even have a job ]

[gradual]

yes. with compliments for a job well done. i haven't got any money.

[gasping]

then i haven't got any breakfast for you. that's what the safehouse is for.

[ you can't threaten to tear the head off her not-boyfriend and then expect handouts, kol!!! ]

[gradual]

i am looking for a job as a bartender. ( all the free drinks. why not? ) do you know of any good bars?

[gasping]

i drink my bourbon at home like a civilized person.

[ but yes, she knows a couple bars, and she'll even be nice enough to send him some gps pins to check out in the hopes that it'll distract him for maybe five seconds. ]

[gradual]

how do you afford it? are you an escort? ( don't they get crappy jobs with measly salaries around here? )

[gasping]

oh my god
i am not a prostitute, kol, what the fuck

[gradual]

you seem to be making good money is all.

[gasping]

that's what happens when you get a job...

[ surprise ]

[gradual]

would being a bartender allow me to get an apartment of my own?

[gasping]

probably? eventually, yeah. you might have to work more than a couple days at a time.

[ she can't imagine kol has ever held down a job for very long. or ever. ]

[tribridfreakshow]

don't feed the trolls, care. otherwise he'll never stop.

[gasping]

please tell me you haven't let him in the apartment already

[ she needs a mikaelson men-free zone pls ]

[tribridfreakshow]

no not yet. he'd probably try to go through all my stuff or something.