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“Good thing I’m pretty sure my cat keeps it in one of his squeak toys. That or my daughter keeps it in one of her firefly jars. It’s a wonder she’s gotten so…spiritual.” He grinned at the other man, then held up a pan of lasagna as he stepped in. Pot holders guarding his hands from burns.

“Sorry I didn’t give this to you when you first moved in. I was a bit holed up and the girls don’t notice new neighbors right away.” He made his way in and set the pan down kitchen counter. The cherry decorated potholders still beneath them both sides. New person. Time to be nice and personable. Sociable.

He held out his hand to shake his, “Knox Shu, pleasure.”

                  a  laugh  startles  out  of  him  at  the  response  and  he  shakes  his  head.  kids.  though  this  might  be  the  oddest  conversation  he’s  had  so  far  with  his  ADULT  neighbors. (  baring  that  one  about  cryptids  with  joseph  but  that’s  a  whole  different  thing.  )

                  laurence  make  a  surprised  noise  of  pleasure  at  the  sight  of  the  pan  of  lasagna.  it  smells  DELICIOUS.  and  it  means  he  doesn’t  have  to  cook  tonight.  he  likes  this  neighbor  already.  

                  ❛  it’s  fine,  ❜  he  says,  waving  the  apology  away.  ❛  you  didn’t  have  to  bring  anything,  to  be  honest.  though  it’s  really  appreciated.  i  can’t  cook  to  save  my  life.  as  my  daughter  will  tell  you.  repeatedly.  ❜  he’s  rambling,  isn’t  he??  come  on,  laurence.  don’t  embarrass  yourself  too  much  in  front  of  the  new  person.  

                  he  takes  the  man’s  hand,  smiling  a  little  nervously.  ❛  laurence  dunne.  the  pleasure’s  all  mine.  ❜