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#1
29 March, 1894 — Pennyworth

Monk arrived to the breakfast table wearing only trousers and more in search of caffeine than of food. Once upon a time he had grand hopes of affording a house in Pennyworth on his own, but he had to admit that living with roommates had its benefits. One of those benefits was that by the time he roused himself in the morning, someone else had almost always made coffee.

"Look what I found," he announced to the table after he'd poured himself a cup and had a sip. He produced a note, visibly torn from where he'd pulled it off the notice board, and pushed it over to Callum. "He says he doesn't need much space. Think we could interest him in the coat closet?"
Callum Spinnet



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Monk
#2
His morning tea was but half-finished but wholly necessary, the footman having worked late the night before. Were it up to him, Callum Spinnet would still be abed—ideally with company—but there could be no rest for the wicked, and he was serving at a luncheon that afternoon. Tired though he was, Monk's paper did manage to spark some degree of curiosity; Cal took it, skimmed over it.

Then read it again, more carefully—Merlin, was the handwriting rough.

"I would hope his housekeeping tidier than his handwriting."

In theory, Callum was not in the least bit opposed to squeezing extra bodies into the house—the less rent he had to pay, the better, so long as he kept his own comfortable room, one of the larger in the rowhouse, to himself.

Another glance at the notice—"Banges as in the shop, d'you think?"


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#3
Monk peered at the note curiously. "Does it say Banges?" he asked. The handwriting was poor throughout the note but he had found the signature especially difficult to parse — and also the least interesting part of the note, so he hadn't spent too much energy on it. Or at least, he'd assumed it was the least interesting part — since Cal had pointed out the connection to the shop, Monk found it decidedly more interesting. He slid into a chair and wrapped his hands around his mug thoughtfully.

"There's a residence above that shop. I thought they all lived there. Do you suppose he's had some sort of dramatic falling out with his family and been kicked to the curb?" Monk hoped so. Since he didn't know this fellow he was exempted from having to express any degree of empathy towards him, and it would have been much more interesting if there was some explosive reason why the fellow needed new lodgings. "But still has to work with them every day? How fascinating." Monk (like most people, he assumed) did enjoy gossip, but he wasn't often in a position to get it — he had only barely been at school and was never involved in society. Making up stories about what might be happening in other people's lives was sometimes just as good, though.



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something so precious about this
don't you agree?



Monk
#4
"I don't blame him for wanting more space, regardless," Cal cut in before Monk's imagination could run too far afield. "We should meet him, though; make sure he's not unbearable. And that he's small enough to fit in the closet."


#5
"I can do that," Monk volunteered eagerly. Honestly he would have fought someone for the privilege, so that he had a chance to personally vet the new housemate, but he didn't think anyone would put up much of a fight for it. Of everyone in the house, Monk had the most flexible schedule by far, since it depended entirely on his whims. "What's your definition of unbearable? Aside from, you know, the obvious," he said, but on reflection wasn't sure what the obvious was. "Being a vampire, or something," he ventured — though vampires might make decent housemates, honestly. They'd certainly never wake you up too early in the morning.



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don't you agree?



Monk
#6
"Yes, I think living is rather something I'd prefer," Cal agreed dryly before taking a moment to think on the matter.

With Monk, George, he hadn't had much of a say in the conventional sense: he had needed a place to live, could not afford anything to his standards on his own. He'd had no major complaints with either roommate. Having to ponder any additions, that was not something the footman had really considered before.

"Long as he's clean and doesn't seem likely to kill us in our sleep," he landed on, "I've no real qualms. Extra marks if you think I can take 'im in a fight," he chuckled.


#7
Monk perked up at this last addition slightly. "Are you planning on fighting him for fun?" he wondered. "Or does this mean if he does turn out to be awful you're volunteering to forcibly remove him on our behalf?" Cal had the best build for it out of the inhabitants of the house, Monk determined immediately. Of course, Monk himself was hardly going to be much competition for anyone in that department; he was all lank. But Callum had real muscles, and presumably at least a little skill since he boxed for fun. (On second thought, Cal can take him in a fight might not have been a particularly useful qualifier to put on the new housemate situation; anyone Cal couldn't have taken in a fight probably wouldn't have put out an advertisement saying they didn't require much space).


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Monk
#8
"The latter," Cal confirmed. A lot of annoyances ceased to be problems when one had the upper hand. Callum may not have spent much time at Hogwarts learning spells and the like, but he had been managing obstinate livestock since he was a boy, and engaging in... casual fisticuffs for nearly as long.

The small clock on the mantle chimed softly, alerting the pair to the hour.

"I've work this afternoon," he informed Monk before swiftly downing the remnants of his tea. "You'll see to our potential new housemate?"


#9
"I will," he replied, brimming with enthusiasm. His mind was already hard at work devising ways he might put the potential flatmate through his paces and judge his suitability. Cal's agreement had cemented the route forward for him; he probably wouldn't even remember to check with either of the other house residents.



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