[He unlocks the door. Door swings open. He sees lights. He smells something cooking, and it smells amazing. His mouth waters, his hands clench.
Gepard Landau reaches the incredibly reasonable conclusion that he (somehow) just entered someone else's apartment. His keys (somehow) match someone else's locks as well as his own. He does the only sensible thing, which is to turn around and immediately leave the apartment. Door closes behind him. Door swings shut.
When it does, he's faced with the apartment door, which has his apartment number, which means that this isn't someone else's space. This is his home. The captain turns, looks down the hall, tries to see if anyone noticed him doing whatever-it-is that he did.
The hall is empty.
...Gepard re-enters the apartment, hoping that he got away with whatever-that-was that he just did.]
Hello?
[He's still carrying flowers, so if this isn't the mysterious Figaro he can, he supposes, bludgeon the intruder with them. Sure. That makes sense. Maybe this is Lynx or Pela, having heard about his medical leave and somehow deciding to show up or...
Something. Also, why is he walking towards his kitchen in the same way he'd stalk down something-or-another in the Fragmentum...this is his home. He should walk with confidence.
...so Gepard does.] You won't believe what my day was like. I hope yours was better.
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Date: 2024-05-16 03:32 am (UTC)Gepard Landau reaches the incredibly reasonable conclusion that he (somehow) just entered someone else's apartment. His keys (somehow) match someone else's locks as well as his own. He does the only sensible thing, which is to turn around and immediately leave the apartment. Door closes behind him. Door swings shut.
When it does, he's faced with the apartment door, which has his apartment number, which means that this isn't someone else's space. This is his home. The captain turns, looks down the hall, tries to see if anyone noticed him doing whatever-it-is that he did.
The hall is empty.
...Gepard re-enters the apartment, hoping that he got away with whatever-that-was that he just did.]
Hello?
[He's still carrying flowers, so if this isn't the mysterious Figaro he can, he supposes, bludgeon the intruder with them. Sure. That makes sense. Maybe this is Lynx or Pela, having heard about his medical leave and somehow deciding to show up or...
Something. Also, why is he walking towards his kitchen in the same way he'd stalk down something-or-another in the Fragmentum...this is his home. He should walk with confidence.
...so Gepard does.] You won't believe what my day was like. I hope yours was better.