somepoorsoul | (no subject)

For the first time since he moved into the apartment above Aramis and Porthos, Athos’ television is on.

No, Athos has not entirely avoided the most ubiquitous form of modern entertainment, for his friends have coaxed him into watching all sorts of ridiculous tales on the flickering screen in the lower apartment. Some, he might even - quite grudgingly - admit to having enjoyed. But he has steered clear of the dull black box in his own rooms, and whatever mysteries it contained.

The blame for its return to life now can be laid squarely on the cat. What the damn creature had done, Athos has no idea, but he had emerged from his bedroom to find lights and noise brightening the apartment, and the feline standing innocently in the center of the room. No amount of shooing or coaxing had moved the cat or turned off the television, and Athos had finally given up, settling on the sofa with a book and proceeding to pretend that those flickering lights aren’t distracting him in the least.

The cat, on the other hand, comfortably curled in Athos’ lap, seems quite pleased with the entire situation.

Threaded | Flat

"Athos?" calls Aramis, standing on the last step that separates Athos' apartments from his own and Porthos'. He is laden with two long, heavy bags, and though he can see that the door is left open a crack he will not barge in.

At least, not until he spies what is on Athos' television.

"Are you watching Space Hospital?" Aramis demands, striding into the room at once. "If Nurse Betazir does not cease her dalliance with that handsome widower kidney transplant, I do not know what will become of her."