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At least until a certain point in the day, most people very well acquainted with Aramis will know that he keeps a very strict schedule. This is probably convenient for anyone who lives with him, as they can pretty reliably know when he will be home everyday barring some sort of work conflict. Today had not been a day of schedule variations. At 6:00am, he went to the gym for an hour of strength training. At 7:15, he went to the café next to his gym that he eats breakfast at almost every morning. By now they have his order ready when he walks in, ballcap on and dressed stylishly but not conspicuously. This is not out of fear of being recognized- Aramis is a far cry from the sort of famous that needs to worry about this. This has been his everyday style since he was in high school: nice, dark jeans with a Henley or maybe a casual button-down and a lightweight hoodie or sweater. He, as one might expect, eats the same thing every weekday morning: one hot Jasmine Tea, one small Black Coffee, and a veggie lovers breakfast sandwich (eggs, spinach, tomatoes, and provolone on a croissant).

Of course, by now that part of his day is long past. After a day spent at several different sites for a photoshoot for Calvin Klein, he is enjoying his evening jog. Or rather, he is enjoying the very end of his morning jog as he winds down to a slower pace that might be closer to the average's person's leisurely run. For him it is like slowing to a crawl, and is done simply so that he has a chance to take his phone out of the band which keeps it tightly against his bicep and scroll through his playlist to find a slower song to play. He settles on River, by Leon Bridges, just as the red building Aramis calls home comes into sight.

One of his roommates, the younger Watanabe sibling, is several meters in front of him such that Aramis can see him heading into the building while he is still walking towards it. The color of the apartment is one of the things Aramis has always been so fond of about it. The red is warm and homey, giving the building a very welcoming vibe. Before walking inside and up to his unit, Aramis stops in front of the door and takes a deep breath of the incoming evening air. The setting sun has made everything golden, as though one could breathe in honey and sunbeams. It may be quite unoriginal, but this is Aramis's favorite time of day.

Having had enough of that, he finally heads up and into the apartment. "I'm home!" he announces, more a gesture of courtesy than anything else. Kenta is sprawled out on the couch, not an uncommon sight since he came to live with Naomi and Aramis.

"How was your day?" Aramis opens the fridge and grabs a seltzer from the door of it. "Is Naomi back yet?"

Josie has spent most of her day doing much of the same but in a variety of places. She is working on concept panels for an advertisement that she has been hired on as a contractor to help do the animation for. In search of inspiration and a respite from being cooped up in her own room for too long, Josie has brought her drawing tablet with her to several places in the neighborhood by now: the park, the Mighty Bean, the communal area of the red building, and now back to her room again. She has the window pushed all the way up to let in fresh air, and has been sitting with her knee poking out the window as she sits on the very small sill of it for the past good chunk of time. Her room is the one with the window over the Daffodil building's clock, so many people who have looked up to check the time have caught sight of the redhead completely absorbed in her work. This location means there have also probably been more than a few people who have seen her leaning out of her window to blow smoke or, most concerningly, seen her changing when the girl is in a hurry and forgets to draw her curtains.

Of course, the worry about people seeing her smoking or changing has very rarely, if every, crossed Josie's mind. She has never been one to worry too much about anything at all, although recent changes in her life may push her in a direction that require her to be a bit more thoughtful about her life in general. Josie has been lucky to land jobs with some regularity, but now that she cannot fall back on her mom and dad's money she is going to have to find a more secure position- perhaps with an actual company that enforces a real schedule. The idea of that isn't one that Josie loves. This is perhaps why she is trying to focus so much on her current paying project, despite her normal tendency to have difficulty focusing on a work project for long periods of time.

Her phone buzzes with a distraction that Josie cannot resist- Deanna. The sound gives Josie a jolt and nearly sends her teetering out of the window. The young woman's hand shoots up and grabs the sides of the window before she runs the risk of falling out and breaking her back (at best). "Fudge," her words come out in a gasp but in her surprise a bit of her southern accent sneaks through. Properly spooked, Josie hurries back onto her bed (which is against the window), and lowers the window until it is just cracked open.


Josie walked out into the common area of her apartment and bursts into a smile when she sees one of her roommates in the kitchen. She has this way of making every greeting feel like she hasn't seen you in days and has been looking forward to your next meeting since the last one you had. Her grandma often likened Josie to a silly puppy, and this certainly contributed to the sentiment. It's too bad her grandma preferred cats.


"Ettie! When'd you get back?"