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Night growled in frustration as she slammed the mailbox shut. One month ago, she had sent advertisements out that she was in search of a roommate for her big house. Nopony seemed interested. Was something wrong with my ad?
It was at that time that Paint Bomb was heading towards the address listed with a crumpled newspaper folded under one of her wings, nestled against the black, faux-hide spiked vest she wore. Complete with her punk, vagabond look, Paint stood out as she headed towards the house, humming to herself thoughtfully
Night Armor shook her leathery wings as she grumbled. "What is wrong with these ponies? The room is big enough, we even have a garden.”
Paint Bomb trotted her way up to the house that the address listed, curiously examining it. There appeared to be a bat pony outside the house, cursing for some reason or another. Paint gave a little hum of thought before she trotted up to the gate and called out, "Yo! Are you the owner?"
Night turned around and gave the mare a quick look over. “Yeah that would be me. Why?” Night really didn't expect anypony to be interested.
"I heard that this place was looking for a housemate–I'm looking for a place to stay," she explained as she stepped up to the gate, stopping to take a look at the mare and the house.
"Really?" Night asked dumbfounded. After one more look at the Pegasus she shrugged. "Alright, come on in for the tour.” At least it’s somepony, she thought.
"Well yeah, gotta stay somewhere," Paint said with a short snort. She opened the gate and followed the bat pony curiously, "Well, lead on then. I'm curious."
Night flicked her tail, interest flickering in her eyes as she smiled at the muscled mare. "Im Night Armor."
The muscular mare gave a grin and nodded at the bat pony, "Paint Bomb," she said simply as she followed the other mare.
Night opened the door with a flick of her wings, holding the door open for her visitor. "House has two floors and a small cellar"
Paint nodded at Night's comment and went into the house, pausing to look around the main foyer with a passing curiosity, examining to see if it was worth the trouble.
Night tossed her key into a bowl next to the door before walking further in. "First door is the toilet. Here is the living room combined with the dining room. The next door is the kitchen"
"Alright, seems decent enough so far," she commented with a little nod, taking a look around as she started to walk the house.
Night nodded before pointing to a pony sized hole in the ceiling "this is a flyers house. We have stairs but I prefer this." With that she ascended through the hole into the next floor.
"Ohh, fuckin' A," Paint commented approvingly as she spread her wings and followed through the hole above, happy to have a chance to fly indoors without pissing off her potential roommate.
"The big bathroom with shower and tub is here," night pointed at the first door before continuing. "Next door could be your room."
Paint took a brief look at the bathroom before continuing on towards the bedroom mentioned, curious to see where she might be staying. She could deal with anything else, but if it was a shitty room, she'd have to look elsewhere
Night opened the room to what seemed like a giant loft, high enough for a pegasus to stretch her wings "There ya go"
Paint stepped into the room and hummed to herself, looking around the tall room curiously as she examined the size and any furnishings that were already in the room. With a quiet chuckle, she nodded a little to herself before looking over her shoulder, "How much?"
"40 bits per week or 140 per month. Pay in what order suits you best. Per month is better for me so you get a small discount!" Night said before turning and glaring at the pegasus "There is just one rule. Break it and I throw ya out"
"What's the rule, sugar cheeks?" Paint asked jovially as she turned around to face the bat pony with a smirk.
"My room is a death zone. The first door of the cellar is a no go as well," Night huffed, her wings twitching.
"Hah, right, gotcha. No bedroom to see all your drugs, and no cellar to see all the ponies you've got chained up to torture. Fuckin' A," Paint said jokingly, giving a carefree grin and holding out a hoof, "I'm in."
Night waited for a moment to make sure it was a joke. Surely this pony couldn't know about her secret dungeon. "Alright, hope we get along just fine." Night shook the hoof firmly.
Paint grinned widely and shook her hoof once before letting go, "I'll have my furniture moved in in a couple of days," Paint said happily, taking another look at the room contently
"Alright. Mind me asking what ya doing for your living?" Night asked, her eyes roaming over the muscled and tattooed body of the pegasus.
"Ehh, I'm a tattoo artist and street artist on the side," she explained with a grin, "How about yourself?" She asked as she eyed up the other mare curiously.
"Personal guard of our Mistress of the Night, Princess Luna," Night replied casually.
"Ehhhh," Paint blinked a few times, "You're gonna have to run that by me again."
"I'm one the personal guards of Princess Luna," Night repeated slowly.
Paint blinked a few times before giving a simple, "Huh..." Trailing off into silence, "Well, good to know, I guess."
Night considered her with a skeptical glare before shrugging, "Well that's all there is to see here.”
"Right, right," Paint nodded and gave a little nicker, "I'll be back in a few days to move my shit in," she said with a smirk before turning to head out.
Night could only shake her head as she watched the pegasus go this will be definitely interesting.
***
*5 days later*
Night was busy polishing her armor when a loud knock made her jump. "Yeah? Door is open!"
The door opened after the call and Paint Bomb could be seen in the doorway with a sheepish grin. She gestured behind her with a hoof, "Heya, housemate. Bringing my shit in, hope you don't mind," she said simply before she started dragging in a trail of duffel bags which seemed to be strung together with a rope haphazardly
Night eyed the construct curiously before tending back to her armor. "Need help?"
"Not yet!" she called out as she flew up the hole with the bags following her, heading to her room to dump off her things.
Night shrugged and headed back to working on her armor, only the flickering of her ear indicating that she was listening to the ruckus Paint created upstairs.
Paint made quite a bit of noise as she worked on unpacking. Most of everything she owned was in the bags, and she had gotten very efficient at moving stuff. After an hour, she came back downstairs and went out the front door, presumably to get more things.
Night, finished with her armor, stashed it nearly before looking out of the window, trying to spot the pegasus to see if she carried more.
Paint came back through the main room a few minutes later, lugging what looked to be a big white chair of some sort on her back, and a large milk crate filled with metal objects strung over her neck. She didn't seem bothered by the weight, but struggled a little to fit it through the doorways.
Night did he best to open the door as far as possible, eying the objects on the pegasus’ back curiously. She wondered what Paint would need all that for.
Paint carried the many objects up to her room, seemingly grateful that Night opened the doors for her, but with a strap in her mouth to keep things from falling off of her, she couldn't voice it. She moved everything into her room, dumped it, and then left again to get more.
Night wondered how Paint could store so much in the room. Surely that pegasus had some trick, because the room was high, but not very wide.
It was only a few more minutes before Paint flew back into the house, this time pushing a thick mass of cloud. She didn't even stop to explain as she flew through the house and all the way to her room with the cloud.
Now Night was more than curious and followed the mare up. As soon as she reached the room, however, her jaw went slack in surprise and she froze.
In the room, the white reclining chair was set up next to all of her tattooing equipment against a wall, with a room divider around it to provide some amount of privacy. Elsewhere on the ground was a futon she had presumably assembled from one of her duffel bags, with a small coffee table in front of it and a very large stack of magazines on it. The rest of her stuff seemed to be organized above, where she had built the clouds to act as half-floors. There were actually two half-floors above, jutting out of the wooden walls, and the lowest one seemed to be her "living area" of sorts with a cloud couch, a cloud table with a radio on it, and a cloud shelving unit stuffed to the brim with nicknacks. The upper cloud floor was likely her bedding area but it was too awkward to see from the ground. All in all, Paint had turned the tall and narrow space into a cramped, single pony apartment with a lot of ingenuity and creativity.
"I have to say, I'm impressed," Night muttered quietly before shaking her head. "You want to work from here?"
"Thanks. And nah, but sometimes I like to practice on myself and my friends, so I always keep my spare gear at home," she explained with a grin as she patted the white chair
Night was intrigued. "Do you only tattoo fur and skin?"
"I can do feathers too," she explained, gesturing to her own tattooed wings.
The batpony hummed in thought before extending her right wing. "Even on skin like this?"
"Oh yeah, I can do bat wings no problem," Paint agreed with an eager nod, grinning and showing off her teeth in the proces.
Night smiled and slowly folded her wings, as if pondering over something. After a few seconds she turned and moved past Paint with a slap on her flank. "Yep! We are going to get along just fine!"
Paint jumped at the slap and then gave a little laugh and rolled her eyes, "Hah, well, I'm sure," she said with a little nod and a smirk as she returned to organizing a few things in her room.
Night smiled as she left the room. The pegasus was interesting. Maybe she could use her as new subject. That she was strong and cocky wouldn't make it easy, but where was the fun in easy?
Paint watched her housemate leave and gave a small shrug to herself, not quite sure what the other mare had in store, but not really minding or caring either way. She just gave a little chuckle and went back to setting up.