Neutral Omens

"Yeah? Last door on the left?" John rolled his eyes as she nodded. Just what game does that boy think he's playing? "Brilliant. I'll have to kick his arse for him then, squeezing you into that little hole in the wall." He hadn't minded the small space--liked it better than the one he was in now, which felt cavernous and ridiculously overdecorated by comparison, in fact--but there'd be precious little room up there for an artist to work, and the lighting was totally inadequate. Of course, if Kit only stayed a day or two, it'd be a moot point.