Wanted: Flatmate to help with rent. Cheap rent. Must be able to cover the full month's rent, will be only asked for half. Will be given the master bedroom with connecting bath. Must be willing to share cleaning and similar chores. Quiet neighborhood. No credit needed, no background checks required, proof of employment appreciated. If interested, please contact this phone number:
Two weeks. Two weeks he'd had the ad in the paper, and he was starting to get nervous. Rent was coming due in the coming week, and, quite frankly, he didn't have it. He had part of it, but not all of it, and the landlord had made it quite clear he was getting very tired of partial payments. It was getting to the point where he might actually visit the apartment, and Elk really prefered to keep the landlord as far as way as possible, the only sentiment the two seemed to share. But! Someone had answered! They were coming for an interview this morning! If all went well, they might move in the same day. That would solve a lot of problems all in one.
Elk paced through the living room and combined dining room. It was a surprisingly spacious area, considering the relatively cheap rent, but the scuffed flooring, obviously patched walls, and less than top-of-the-line appliances definitely brought down the value of the place. He had pictures hung up over the worst of the flaws in the walls, mostly thrift and second-hand shop finds that appealed to him, but there was no real cohesion between the pictures. One of them was even a picture of someone else's family. To be honest, that particular picture was actually covering a small hole he, himself, had accidentally put in the living room wall. He meant to patch it! Eventually. When he made the time. It was not a bad place, really, everything worked, it wasn't even drafty, just old, worn, and in need of new paint.
A brown and white scruffy dog of the pit bull persuasion came trotting over. He looked up at Elk with deep brown eyes and let out a little huff.
"Yes, Mug, everything is spotless," Elk assured him. "We're going to make a good impression on this person! Well, I am. You are going to stay in my room again. Just in case."
The dog seemed to frown, the nubbins of what was left of his ears drawing in as his boxy face wrinkled. Then he sneezed.
"I know you don't like it, but it's for the best until we know what kind of person they are," Elk assured him. He gave the well-muscled body a pat and directed him toward the back of the house. "Now, you should get in your place. They should be here any second."
The dog sighed but trotted into one of the two back rooms and closed the door behind himself.
"Good boy!" Elk called after him. He took one more trip around. Everything was a little shabby, but clean and as tidy as he could manage. He hoped he got a new roommate soon just so he wouldn't have to keep this place so clean! He liked clean and tidy, but this constant in-depth cleaning was killing his knees and taking up way too much time he could be spending working on other projects.
Two weeks. Two weeks he'd had the ad in the paper, and he was starting to get nervous. Rent was coming due in the coming week, and, quite frankly, he didn't have it. He had part of it, but not all of it, and the landlord had made it quite clear he was getting very tired of partial payments. It was getting to the point where he might actually visit the apartment, and Elk really prefered to keep the landlord as far as way as possible, the only sentiment the two seemed to share. But! Someone had answered! They were coming for an interview this morning! If all went well, they might move in the same day. That would solve a lot of problems all in one.
Elk paced through the living room and combined dining room. It was a surprisingly spacious area, considering the relatively cheap rent, but the scuffed flooring, obviously patched walls, and less than top-of-the-line appliances definitely brought down the value of the place. He had pictures hung up over the worst of the flaws in the walls, mostly thrift and second-hand shop finds that appealed to him, but there was no real cohesion between the pictures. One of them was even a picture of someone else's family. To be honest, that particular picture was actually covering a small hole he, himself, had accidentally put in the living room wall. He meant to patch it! Eventually. When he made the time. It was not a bad place, really, everything worked, it wasn't even drafty, just old, worn, and in need of new paint.
A brown and white scruffy dog of the pit bull persuasion came trotting over. He looked up at Elk with deep brown eyes and let out a little huff.
"Yes, Mug, everything is spotless," Elk assured him. "We're going to make a good impression on this person! Well, I am. You are going to stay in my room again. Just in case."
The dog seemed to frown, the nubbins of what was left of his ears drawing in as his boxy face wrinkled. Then he sneezed.
"I know you don't like it, but it's for the best until we know what kind of person they are," Elk assured him. He gave the well-muscled body a pat and directed him toward the back of the house. "Now, you should get in your place. They should be here any second."
The dog sighed but trotted into one of the two back rooms and closed the door behind himself.
"Good boy!" Elk called after him. He took one more trip around. Everything was a little shabby, but clean and as tidy as he could manage. He hoped he got a new roommate soon just so he wouldn't have to keep this place so clean! He liked clean and tidy, but this constant in-depth cleaning was killing his knees and taking up way too much time he could be spending working on other projects.
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