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Summary: The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is LEAKING THROUGH MY CEILING AU
Character focus: Anna and Hans
"You didn't go to the pool or beach, there wasn't any crazy water balloon fight on campus…"
Kristoff peeked over to glance at the sky from the window before concluding,"It's not raining today, either."
He fell silent, still at the doorway to the apartment, since Anna was adamant about letting him in before he guessed the answer. She glared through her wet bangs, which dripped with water. Her favorite shirt was thoroughly damp and he saw thin trails of wet sliding down her arms before they settled on the tips of her finger, then dropping to the ground. She left a small puddle on the way over to him.
"I wouldn't mind if it was one of those things, or even all of them! Those are good reasons," she cried. "It's that neighbor of ours, he must have left his tap on or something, because water is leaking through our ceiling!"
"Hey, what!" Kristoff exclaimed, and Anna dragged him to the tub in their bathroom. To his relief, he saw a bucket already in place, half full, and a couple of rags underneath it.
"I've got it under control now," Anna growled, "but just before it all came down like a waterfall! I took the worse of it as you can see."
She twirled around for him. When he nodded in agreement, she did a mock curtsy. Then she stomped over to their front door and started putting on her rain boots.
"Where are you going?"
"You see, while I'm still wet, I'd like to show him the exact reason why I'm going to punch him in the face before I actually do," she explained.
He rushed to stop her. He had no ties with his neighbor upstairs, but when Anna gets vicious, she doesn't hold back.
"No, wait just a moment - I'll talk to him. He probably doesn't know or something. I don't think anybody would just leave their tap on for the heck of it. I'll talk to him," he reasoned. "I'll talk to him."
Anna blew a wet strand out of her face.
"But I'm angry," she protests.
"I know."
"Why do you have to be always right?" she huffed. "I'm heading up to Ariel's. No surprise showers there."
Ariel was a schoolmate who lived two floors up. Her room was furnish however she liked, as she lived alone. Both next door residents were unsociable business men.
Kristoff nodded to show he liked the idea while Anna retreated back to her room to get clean clothes. It was better than him than her, but quite honestly he feels ready to deck somebody himself.
Hans reaches up the last flight of stairs before he finds somebody knocking at his flat. The guy looked around his age, and Hans vaguely recognizes that mop of dirty blond. Hans' keys jiggled to notify the young man (Christian, right?) of his return.
"Can I help you?" the ginger asked wearily.
The tenant in question sports a confused look before doing a double take at his door.
"Actually, maybe it's something you can help us both on."
Hans raised an eyebrows
"Name's Kristoff. My roommate's a bit peeved because earlier before she got soaked on the account that water is dripping from your room through our ceiling. I came up to tell you, but maybe it's not you I should be telling it to…"
It took half a second for him to reach his door, and Hans jammed his keys in as quietly as the keyhole would allow. He threw a cautious look at Kristoff, who took that as a silent cue to follow. Inside was completely dark, save for the faint glow coming from underneath the door of the bathroom. Hans reaches for a frying pan, and Kristoff arms himself with a nearby broom. As they inch closer down the narrow hall, both felt their socks getting wet; the puddle that Kristoff mentioned prior was slowly advancing down the corridor.
They reached the door, and the hem of their jeans were only slightly wet. Hans makes to open the door and Kristoff stands behind him, at the ready. It flings open, and they find that the bath was indeed, overflowing.
There was a man lying in the tub, half submerge with his clothes still on. He had brown, wavy hair, the kind that fell smoothly around his head, framing his handsome features. He was asleep.
"Oh geez," Hans said as his shoulders relaxed. He put the frying pan on top of the sink, and went to turn off the tap.
Friend then, Kristoff concluded. He watched Hans lightly smack the stranger on the cheek.
"Flynn, hey. Hey. Hey, wake up."
The young man named Flynn stirred. He stretched his arms, making more water spill out of the overflowing tub.
"Hans," he slurred, coming to. "I, woah…it's totally wet, sorry. I think he just went out hours ago - thought he was going to watch the water for me." He proceeds to rub the sleep from his eyes, but all that did was irritate them, so he tried to wipe his waterlogged face before letting his hand plop back to the water. "Hate to ask it now, but do you have an aspirin?"
Hans stared at him.
It took an hour to mop up the mess, and an additional one to get the floorboards decently dry. Hans figures that at the very least, he's not cleaning up alone, but it was really just Kristoff and him doing most of the work; Flynn's headache prevented him from being more of an aid than a hindrance, so they left him at the couch to nurse his head and get comfortable while explaining to them the situation that wounded him into this mess in the first place:
Since it was the start of spring break for nearly all college students, Flynn went and skipped his last class with a mutual friend of theirs to get drinks. They have a little too much - peaked around five and got thrown out at six. Came over to Hans' place as a means of shelter ("this is not what I give you spare keys for," Hans said, exasperated) and Naveen, who was more sober, was suppose to watch the water for him but apparently left.
Just as Flynn finished his story, his voice started to waver. Ten minutes after he fell asleep once more, and neither of the boys decided to rouse him, and so went back to working without further conversation. It was nine-thirty when they finally finished.
"Um, thanks for your help. You really didn't have to do this," Hans said, a bit meekly.
"Yeah well, I figured this way I'll know for sure that my ceiling's gonna stop leaking. Is your friend gonna be okay? He looks like he's in a sorry state."
"Yeah don't worry - don't worry about him," Hans said, sparing Flynn a glance. "He'll come around. On the mean time though, please apologize to your roommate for me. I'll try to keep this from happening again, really."
"Yeah, alright."
Kristoff heads for the door, and Hans sees him out.
"It goes without saying that I owe you though. I am obligated to help you out at least once."
Kristoff nods his head, considering. "I'll keep that in mind. Your welcome, by the way."
Hans watches the blond lumber his way down the steps and decides he's a pretty decent fellow. Very rarely would a person help a neighbor pick his hungover friend from an overflowing bathtub that's causing a small waterfall in the bathroom of that said person. Before Hans could close his door, Kristoff makes up his mind to add one more thing:
"You know, we are neighbors after all."
Hans grins at this.
"So why don't you just file a complaint?" Ariel asked, "I could help you out."
Anna hummed thoughtfully, spooning her chocolate pudding. Maybe she should do that, one of these days, but she was never the one to cause a bigger feud, no matter how bold Kristoff and Elsa claim her to be.
"You're always complaining about him," Ariel noted.
"Yes, and I'm sorry…I know how annoying that is," Anna agreed, bashfully ducking her head in apology. "Thanks for putting up with it, and thanks for dinner."
The clock overhead Ariel's flat screen read ten-thirty, so Anna figures she better get going. As she heads out, she thanks Ariel once again for a number of things, like borrowing the shower and statistic textbook.
"It's fine, it's fine! We're neighbors after all."
Ariel's door clicks shut on a positive note.
When Anna trudges down the steps, wondering briefly why her neighbor directly above didn't share the same philosophy.
Ten-twenty, Hans reads from his watch.
He breaths in one last puff before extinguishing the cigarette. When he exhales the smoke curls around and leaves him momentarily robbed from the stars. He found this pack from Flynn's pocket, and decided that fair is fair, taking one for his own.
He heads back inside, taking the steps two at a time. He should return the favor to Kristoff soon. Come to think of it, he hadn't really asked for anything, and seemed pretty nice about the whole affair. Hans is actually more curious about Kristoff's roommate than anything. Of course she had the right to be angry, but now he can't help but see her as a person whose exceptionally angry at everything. Whoever she was, she didn't seem pleasant enough for him to want to meet. He doesn't know why, but his mind drifts off to the banging on his door that other time he had company over…
His thought comes to an abrupt halt as his path up is blocked by someone going down. The bystander and him decide to compromise, but as he moves to his left, she moves to her right. Shift, shift again. They do this for about five seconds before they both break out into a chuckle.
"Sorry about that," she laughs.
She was a cute strawberry blond, with teal eyes and freckles dotting her skin. Even her voice sounds cute with its perkiness.
"Its okay," he mutters, giving her a smile.
From the way she smiles back, he knows she's taken by him too.
They reach an agreement that he sticks by the railing and she, the wall. It works fine and they continue on their way. Neither one realize that each took a glance back, nor the fact that the sound of door slamming shut a floor above mirrored the one closing below.