undergrounds | August Catch All

"Uh, no, I'll let it slide this time." Real nice save.

Ghoul steps to the side and pulls the door wider, gesturing for her to come on inside. It's safe enough- the place is currently in acceptable shape, considering a group of nearly-feral animals lives there. "A proposition?" That sounds fancy. Of course, his first assumption is that she's referring to the entire pack instead of the smaller band he spends nearly every waking moment around. "D'you need me to get you in front of Katherine?"

"Yourself, your friend, and the younger one you take care of. Perhaps immediate pack would have been the correct term," she ponders briefly, coming inside. "It can be hard to remember which terminology is the right one to be using," it's added in an off-hand manner.

She opens her bag, and pulls out a manilla folder.

"I have some properties. To be correct, my family owns properties throughout the city, and part of my being here is to see to their upkeep." She takes out a piece of paper, a photo, and holds it out to Ghoul. "I was wondering if you and your friends would like to occupy one of the warehouses."

...Really? She wants that group?

"Wait, really?" Color him surprised. People don't normally seek out the shitwolves specifically- not for actual, legitimate business, yet here she is, offering them a warehouse to look after. Them. A now-trio of werewolves whose most mature, least destructive member is a literal teenager. They're a little unbalanced at the moment; they used to have two teenagers... Although their second kid was pretty calamitous too.

Despite being 99.999% sure he is somehow mishearing her here, he still reaches out and takes the offered information, scanning over the picture with a slightly confused expression. It looks... habitable. Why would anyone willingly give them A Thing that wasn't already ruined beyond all repair? "Um, are you sure? Why would you want us?" Sure, he thinks their tiny sub-pack is the bee's knees, but he also knows they don't have the most upstanding reputation even for werewolves.

"I know you," it's a simple enough answer and it has the bonus of being the truth. Wednesday has met all three of them and seems to enjoy their company enough to be willing to offer them a place.

Ghoul glances back up at her face, staring blankly. That's it. That's her reasoning. "Oh." Well, what was he expecting? "No, that makes sense."

He makes a thoughtful sound, stealing another glance at the picture. Having their own warehouse to hang around in would be pretty neat... But it can't be that easy. No way. "Okay, so what do we need to do if we take it? You gotta have some kind of terms and conditions or whatever." Maybe they have to repair it if they move in? Or the rent could be crazy-high... That would suck. That might actually make the decision for them, right there.

"Keep it standing." That was all her Father had requested of her. "Tell me if there's anything immediate that needs... repairing," her voice hesitated on that last bit. Generally speaking, she wasn't a fan of repairs but people liked them.

"Yeah, 'course." They certainly wouldn't want the place falling down on their heads. But there's a definite difference between collapsing and clearly lived-in by rowdy werewolves, which... Well, that last one would be obvious enough.

If it happens at all. It's time to get down to brass tacks here. "Okay, so how much a month is it?" Probably too much. There's no way they can afford Party's apartment and this place, and probably not even this place all on its own. It is, after all, an entire building. Maybe it's morbid curiosity that's driving him to discover exactly how broke they truly are. Kind of like looking at million-dollar house listings online, just for the masochistic element.

"No rent," Wednesday said. "You would after all be informing me of anything needed to keep the place in relative upkeep, so charging you for doing a job seems... redundant."

Holy shit.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. They can just go there whenever they want, and do whatever they want? For free. For real. Fucking sold.

Ghoul is, obviously, way too-cool-for-school, so he fights to keep his expression nonchalant despite wanting to grin like an idiot and fidget around excitedly. "I mean, yeah, sure. We can handle it." Nevermind, so much for not fidgeting- he ends up curling the picture in to a tube-shape and rolling it in his hands over and over, but that's better than bouncing around like a little kid. He can't be faulted, okay. Happy dogs can never stay still.

"Good. When would you like to view the place?"

His hands slowly put a pause on their fussing with the picture. Does he have anything important or time-sensitive going on lately? Fuck, he can't remember now. Whatever, what could be more important than a warehouse? "Uh, whenever's good for you?"

There was a moment of pause as Wednesday pulled put her phone, quickly checking through the calendar function. "The weekend towards the end of the month is the first time I am free." She seemed to have more shifts this month, but then again they were in the lead up to the schools going back in. They did tend to get more foot traffic then.

"Popular, huh?" How cute of her. Holding down a real, steady, legal job. Maybe one day her work ethic will have a positive influence on the wolves. "Sounds good, though."

"Work," she clarified, putting the phone away. "I hope the property it to your liking."

"M'sure it's great," he answers with a shrug, reaching up to itch at his hair. Fleas, maybe. "We're not real particular."

"That may be, but you are still allowed an opinion on a place being offered to you," Wednesday pointed out. Not unreasonably, she thought. Besides which, she thought that at least if they didn't like it, they'd be more straight forward about it and not insult her Mother's work...

August Catch All

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