lovemykilt: (wanh)
So.

The comedy of errors with Claudia on Monday had been bad enough. Yesterday's random loss of hot water just when he was about to . . . you know? Well, he could blame that on bad plumbing and a busy shower hour. But he was starting to get a little twitchy. So when he was certain Naomi would be at work and not likely to, you know, walk in on him, he made sure Ramone was secure in his cage, covered the thing with a towel, stretched back on his bed and set to work.

It was all going quite well and he was almost -- so close -- almost there -- and his trash can spontaneously combusted.

Okay, seriously now.

It was only a small fire, and Priestly put it out quickly, but this was the third time he'd been . . . rudely interrupted, and dammit, that was a sign.

Someone or something was out to get him.

[ooc: Establishy! And yeah, I'm totally going the random interruption route for my boy rather than the mysterious dysfunction one. I'm not actually sure which is more evil. . . .]
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