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[junosteel]

[Juno actually doesn't see Tim's last message. He's too busy trying to clean up his apartment to realize that Tim might've replied to his sassy comment. Tim doesn't even need to be buzzed in, because the landlady will just let in anyone if they claim to be a friend of Juno's.

Of course, when Tim (presumably) knocks on the door to Juno's apartment, Juno stops dead in his tracks, his tail swishing back and forth in irritation. In his hand, he holds a trash bag filled with empty whiskey bottles he forgot to throw out for months.]

No one's here. Go away.

[Trash Bag, meanwhile, runs towards the door and starts pawing at it. She wants to see her friend!]

[blap_blap]

[There's no escape, Juno. Tim's here. And he's bearing gifts of cleaning supplies and those cute little jingly balls for Trash Bag.]

I'm coming in, Juno!

[And if he hadn't had the foresight to lock his door before Tim arrived, he'll be doing just that-- opening the damn door and revealing whatever state Juno's apartment is in to the world. Or, anyway, to him.]

[junosteel]

[Upon Tim barging into the apartment, Trash Bag takes the opportunity to immediately wrap herself around his legs, meowing as loud as she can. Juno drops the (actual) trash bag, the bottles clattering onto the ground before he hastily scoops it up again.]

I told you not to come in! [A beat.] And close the goddamn door before Trash Bag sneaks out.

[Juno's apartment is...not in shambles, thankfully. But it's still ridiculously messy. He tried to clean it a few months ago, but got sidetracked because of his dumb cat who decided to knock over all his papers. Most of it is just dirty dishes he forgot to put away, paperwork, unopened letters...stuff like that. And bottles scattered around. There's not much in terms of decoration, if you ignore the mess.]

[blap_blap]

[Tim coos at Trash Bag as she bunts against his shins, shouldering the door shut behind him. This is happening, Juno. This is the real life, this isn't just fantasy.]

Well, if you didn't want me to come in, you should've locked the door.

[He sets down his bucket full of cleaning things and scoops Trash Bag up so that he can pet her properly, and if she likes to be tall, there's an expanse of beefy shoulders for her to lay across. Even a big chonk of a cat like Jay can spread out across the sheer breadth of him, he was the perfect cat carrier.]

[He looks around. It's messy, sure, and a bit sparse in terms of, like, personal touches, but that's all right. It's a pretty straight-forward job, then-- just clear up all the junk and make sure everything's clean.]

Okay, this isn't that bad. I've totally seen dorms worse than this.