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Yeah.

The short response hadn't taken long to receive and while Madhavi appreciated the speed in which it came, somehow it left her with more questions and unease than before. What did that mean? When would they call someone and why had they agreed to it so easily? That was supposed to be a good thing, wasn't it? It was supposed to be a good thing. With a tap of a button the cell phone along with the single-worded 'Yeah.' on screen went black, leaving Madhavi worrying at her own reflection until she slipped the phone back into her pocket.

Was it possible they'd known it was broken from the start? Had they just been waiting to see if their next tenant noticed? That didn't sound right, and yet she suddenly found she didn't know what to do with herself. Those soft green eyes flit around the apartment from top to bottom, delicate nails absently twisting and turning the many silver rings on her fingers as if they were some sort of fidget toy.

...What else in here was broken?

"No," Madhavi breathed quickly in attempts to stop that spiraling thought process before it had a chance to really get off the ground. "Don't." The landlord wasn't her adversary. This wasn't some scheme to make her life miserable, and as much as she knew her Uncle disapproved of her current housing choices, he certainly wouldn't let her stay somewhere that was falling apart, would he? No. She was reassured only for a second before that seed of doubt began to root deep enough for the moments previous reason to take a hard back seat. If he'd overlooked something as big as the air conditioning... what else could he have missed?

What she assumed would take up the better part of her evening was then spent pouring over the tiny two-bedroom apartment from top to bottom. Every faucet was tested for running water both hot and cold, the toilet flushed, the shower run. Next came the fridge, freezer, sink, and after that every light switch flipped once (or twice) followed by the testing of outlets that were instantly tested again. Madhavi had been in the processing of peering up at the fire alarm when the soft rapping at the door made her jump and in turn, freeze. There was no immediate answer for the pair outside nor were they graced with the standard 'one moment!' or 'I'm coming!' response. Just silence.

It would (at the very least) give Tetradore more time to shift through his texts, though he would quickly find he'd get no help from caller ID for either contacts that messaged him. A little more digging from way back when would reward him with the name 'William Smith' and arrangements for a tenant 'M. Smith' but nothing more. That was when the female voice finally inquired from behind the door, only unlocking it once she had been reassured of the nature of their visit.

"You're here for the AC?" she asked, sounding surprised but relieved as the door opened. "That was quick. It's -- um."

Boom.

The moment she locked eyes with that vibrant green gaze of his Madhavi felt as if she'd been hit with a semi-truck; a wave of deja vu swallowing every inch of her. It was a wonder she'd managed to keep her voice steady as she let the pair in, gesturing while unaware at least one of them was already intimately familiar with the unit. "...It's over there." Even the waft of his scent as he passed cut into her like a thousand knives, the very sight and smell of this new visitor tugging and clawing at memories just begging to be resurfaced though she wasn't quite sure why. It couldn't possibly... He couldn't possibly...

But you only met eyes like that once in a lifetime.

Despite the internal crisis happening in her head Madhavi remained nearby, hovering on the outskirts to keep out of their way (and perhaps subtly attempting to avoid one of them in particular with as limited eye-contact as possible). While it wasn't 'warm' in here it wasn't particularly cold either, at least not according to the thermostat which had nearly been turned all the way down. A certain Were-King might also notice that while every species had a 'scent' to them...there seemed to be one missing from this apartment entirely. The apartment, sure, but also... the girl? Not human, not vampire, not were nor witch. Hadn't this place been rented out for weeks? Even if she'd arrived today there should have been something. Shouldn't there?