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König wasn’t exactly the most conventional roommate.You really should have connected the pieces sooner, but you were honestly just glad you had found a roommate who kept clean, paid rent on time, and wasn’t screwing your partner behind your back- if you hadn’t kicked his ass to the curb, that is.
In hindsight, you really should have done more digging. Should have prodded him more about his life, his personality, given him more opportunity for red flags to appear, should not have brushed off your things disappearing as your own forgetfulness, shoulda, woulda, coulda, as they say.
Now, you were staring at the fallout of your own hastiness. A box underneath König’s box, held in your trembling hands as you stared at the contents.
Your underwear covered in- oh fucking god. Cards from family members, unopened with the return address hatefully- *violently*- scratched out. A bottle of your favorite scent which you had *asked* him about, and he played dumb. Scraps of paper with your writing on it- didn’t matter what you had written about. Notes you had written to him to inform him of a sudden absence or early work day were kept in *pristine* condition, with his name carefully highlighted.
You dropped the box, unable to hold the weight, unable to bear the magnitude of what the fuck you had brought into your home.
“*Maus*?” A familiar voice made itself known. You turned slowly and he looked down at you with those sleepy blues of his. They didn’t look sleepy now. They were panicked as he went from your expression to the dropped box, contents scattered on the floor. And then, chillingly, they went cold, looking back up at you, his russet hair- too close to blood, too close, your blood, premonition?- framing an angered face in a unholy portrait.
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