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A/N Hey! Sorry for the long delay! Writers block is horrid, but I've been brainstorming more things! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
"What do you mean you don't have a place to live?" Shannon was looking at Ink in disbelief.
"Well, I kind of just… showed up here? It's a really long story." Before Ink could try and shorten anything down or even make up a lie Shannon had jumped up and was taking again.
"Well, you definitely passed the interview so you don't have to worry about a job anymore, but for housing…" Shannon looked off to the side before her eyes lit up. "Got it. I've been looking for a roommate so you can live with me! At least until you get back on your feet." Ink couldn't believe it. His soul pounded in his chest and hurt with the same sort of happy energy that he had felt when he first got it.
"Thank you so much I- I honestly don't know what to say." Ink could feel his still wet eyes tear up again.
"It's not a problem! Now, let's go talk to Georgia! She'll get you suited up with a uniform and start training you once we get a lull in orders." With that, Shannon gathered the notes she had taken, and headed out.
"And that's how you make a Frappuccino! Any questions?" Georgia wiped the counter down while she talked.
"Nope! I think I've got it down! You're really good at explaining things Georgia." A slight flush crossed her face at the praise.
"Well, it's not that hard to explain. It helps when you've trained three other baristas before." Shannon walked over with her coat and scarf on, and gave Georgia a side-hug.
"Well, I'll see you next Thursday! C'mon Ink, we've got an apparent to move you into!" With that, she started to head out the door. Ink ran after her, nearly tripping over the door frame.
"My apartment is about six blocks away, so it shouldn't be too far of a walk."
"Once again, thank you so much for doing this, you have no clue how much this means to me!" Shannon just let out a small chuckle, "Ink, it's fine. I was looking for a roommate anyways. So, what brought you to the great city of Wisteria Woods?" Ink tensed up a bit. He had yet to explain AUs or the Multiverse to either of his new coworkers, and without his brush to prove it ? This would be hard to explain.
"Well, I could tell you a story that sounds made up and is true, or a believable lie."
"I'll take the true story. Believe me, I've heard plenty of unbelievable stories. This café seems to have a habit of attracting people from all walks of life, even the unbelievable." She took a look around the street they were on. The sun was setting and the sky was a gradient of red and gold, so it had to be late. The streets were fairly empty of people walking, but with many more cars driving around. Shannon turned back to Ink and continued talking, "If you'd believe it, I'm actually a witch." Ink's eyes burst open. If she can do magic, maybe I have hope of going home earlier than expected!
"Really!? How? Are you-" Shannon cut Ink off wish an index finger over his mouth.
"We're almost at our place, so how about we finish this chat there?" Ink nodded his head as they walked into an apartment building.
They rode the elevator up until they reached apartment 113. Shannon unlocked the door, and Ink immediately loved the place. He could only see the main living space, with a small kitchen attached, but it was covered with works of art. Tapestries, graffiti tags, canvases, sculptures, and even sketches were everywhere.
"You like it? Most of the art works are from past roommates I've had. When they moved out or went back home they would leave something. It's a really sweet tradition." Ink had to take a second to process that.
"Wait, how many roommates have you had!? This place is packed!"
"Mmmm… I've lost definite count of how many, but I haven't had one since last year. Normally people from other worlds get lost here all the time." As Shannon put her stuff away, Ink made his way to the couch. It reminded him of the couch in Blue's house. Before he could get lost in thought again, Shannon sat down next to him.
"Alright! So, I'm a witch. Before you ask me questions I want to know what or who you are." Shannon looked at him
"Okay. My name is Ink, or well I'm technically Sans but we can't have- getting off topic, sorry. I'm an artist and protector of the multiverse!" Shannon's eyes widened.
"Multiverse? Man no one has come from an entire multiverse before!" Ink puffed up at that before realizing he missed a thing.
"Oh! Also, I'm kind of new to the emotions business. I just got a soul recently-"
"Soul? Huh, never heard of that before. Can you explain it?"
"Oh. Umm… okay. Souls are the life force of 'Monsters' and 'Humans'. Everyone has one. Well, except me until recently. That's another story, but the lack of a soul made me have to drink paint to get emotions. More stuff happened and I got one, then got stuck here."
"Huh. Thanks for the braiding." Shannon nodded and made her way to the kitchen.
"Now, what do you want to eat? We can make something here or I can order us something."