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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 9:59 pm
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The living was immediately visible, a ridiculously large couch in there with a low coffee table in front of it and a rather reasonable looking entertainment center. As they went to the kitchen, they passed by what looked to be an art room as everything in there looked to be art related.
Nasir's kitchen, however, was his pride and joy. The appliances were fairly new (all within the past four years) and gleamed as if they were well taken care of. A center island was there, stools around it, and he moved past Preacher to go back to pulling things out for nachos.
"You're his admin, right? He's nice, though he doesn't get along too much with my boyfriend." Pausing for a moment, he looked over his shoulder and blinked a few times at Preacher. As if the last question was ... unthinkable.
"Never. I really enjoy it and people like to eat the things I cook ... so it's kind of a never ending cycle of good feels."
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 6:55 pm
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"Eh, why don't he like you b.f.? Mercer's a nice guy, though he does freaky stuff with his eyes..." She trailed off, realizing that if she were talking about freaky eyes, Alexis would win that trophy. That jerk. Nasir's apartment though, was pretty damn spacey. She wondered how much rent was.
She propped herself up against a wall and hopefully mostly out of the way. "Well, I heard somewhere that doin' what ya love kills it as a hobby." She shrugged. Nasir seemed particularly sappy, but he was going to feed her, she Preacher wasn't gonna comment on it. "D'you do art n' s**t, too?"
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