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Zac opened the door like he expected an axe murderer, more precisely… he opened the door like he was planning to eliminate an axe murderer from the gene pool using nothing but a hand held mixer and a cardboard box.
There was a small twitch trying desperately to form at the corner of his eye, his jaw was ridged with a seldom shown fury boiled like a over heated kettle under the surface.

He glanced you over as though he could dissect you with his eyes alone, assuring that you were not in fact the axe murderer he had been waiting for before listening his grip on the door handle and stepping inside. “Hi… welcome to my little slice of ‘why did I give her the address HELL.”

He glanced at the bag and the beer and back up curious. He ushered Ever inside where a pizza was cooling on a table top, a half eaten slice was sliding down the already old and stained refrigerator and a glass had been broken against one of the cupboards, most of it swept up into cheep new dustpan by a rather anemic broom.

“I’m going to KILL her, I don’t give a s**t if it gets a lot of questions anymore I am so sick of her drunken homophobic rages and obsessive overbearing domineering ways! How…how CHILDISH do you have to be to throw your god damned FOOD across the room?” He said stooping to sweep up the remains. “Have some pizza!” He said with a forced smile that was at least getting marginally calmer as he dumped the glass into the wastebasket and made another pass to try and make sure there were no slivers to make an unpleasant surprise.

“Can you… could you just peel that thing off the fridge and toss it in the can?” He said straitening again and dropping into a chair rubbing his temple. “Um…yeah… so this is it. No tree to climb in either so neither you OR Sabine can give me that particular brand of early morning heart attack.”

“I’ve been that angry a few times before.” He snapped and then collected himself. “...You weren’t around for them though. I think I scared Scheelite the first time he saw me actually angry. But in ALL fairness I just got –mauled- by a guardian cat, she freaking blasted me with her head laser and then clawed the crud out of my shin. Seems the fabric for the pants on my Captain uniform left –something- to be desired, never mind the fact she got my hands too.” He folded his arms half defensive wondering what the ‘more’ was to that comment. “Stupid cats.”

He reached and prodded at the black bag curiously. “What’s this then?” He asked and then stood again to find a paper towel to get the tomato sauce off the appliances.

“Little Siamese, used to belong to Lyra apparently.” He said with a sigh that said he recognized the humor of her cat assaulting him. He stood finally, satisfied or satisfied enough that he wasn’t going to be able to remove far older stains from the floor with just a paper towel and tomato sauce.

He tossed the paper towel out and dropped into the other chair again, it creaked threateningly and was dutifully ignored. “Any time I think something will work out or make life easier it blows up in my face.” He grumbled. All things considered he was not pleased with ‘humanity’ as a whole right now, no small part of this due to his mother’s rather ‘enthusiastic’ opinions on anything and everything.

“You got some sleep.” He observed at last in some small surprise. He still half wanted to say ‘you need a hair cut’ if only because it was odd to see him look younger like that. “And I’m done ranting, at least for a few minutes.” He added to assure that he wasn’t going to spend the whole visit spouting poisonous opinions on life the universe and everything.

“Thanks’ for coming over…I thought she came back for round two of ‘destroy the dishes’, I should have given her a damned plastic cup.”

“Ah… no, my mother.” He said with a grimace that almost masqueraded as a grin and faded into something more tired. The same woman he’d been trying to ‘take care of’. “So tired of the crap.” He said and caught the rolled can before righting it, teetering it rather deliberately on its lower ‘edge’ and then setting it down. He flicked at the metal tab with one finger but didn’t open it yet.

“So, yeah, glad you weren’t her AND glad you didn’t bring a pet instead of a, box?” He poked the bag. “How do you feel about unpacking boxes? I have Curtains to hang, plans to remove the left over shower curtain with the thickest gloves I can find…I um, if you laugh at the cinder block ‘book cases’ I may kick you.

That got a pause, a very long thoughtful pause. “…Drain?” He said arching an eyebrow suggesting he would be JUST fine with an unfortunate and sudden coma befalling the woman. “If she saw you coming she’d probably beat your skull in with a bottle of jagermeister.” He warned but didn’t seem to consider it much of an impediment to sucking the life out of the harpy.

A longer pause and he popped his own can open and took a small sniff he clearly regretted. “… Is this a favor you’d want reciprocated?” He asked arching an eyebrow. “Draining of course, unless you prefer…” He shrugged off the last word and took a sip. His face was the normal one from his first ‘sip’ of the cheep brews Ever brought around.

“You know I could drain about half the city now right?” He said and stared at the can like it had offended. “That might be a bit suspicious though if I did that to like…their block. I suppose they’d blame a gas leak but it’d probably solve the shooting issue!” He sounded at least a little amused at that though Ever was probably quite serious.

A thoughtful pause and he tilted his head. “I don’t think I’ve heard about the brothers, rather deserving of a good long sleep I take it?”