Onyx's Residence

Spencer: *parks in front of a dingy, run-down, apartment building where a lot of windows are broken, rap music is blaring, and the muffled sound of people arguing* So.....you live here?

Onyx: Yep. *Gets out and Spencer follows*

Spencer: And, um, why?

Onyx: It's cheap and not that bad.

Spencer: Not that bad? What do you consider 'bad'?

Onyx: *steps into the building* A dumpster.

Spencer: *as they go up the stairs* ...a dumpster's too luxurious for a place like this.

*They eventually come to Onyx's apartment and see the door busted open*

Spencer: Oh my god! You've been robbed!

Onyx: Relax; it was probably those guys that live down the hall form me. They break into here all the time.

Spencer: What!?

Onyx: Besides, I don't really keep anything of value in there.

Spencer: *looks around and see that everything is either broken, too old to use, or just plain missing* You just live here?

Onyx: Well, just for sleep and shelter.

Spencer: ..... Onyx, this place is falling apart, there's absolutely nothing here, and someone could barge in and kill you without warning.

Onyx: I doubt that would actually happen.

Spencer: No, you're not staying here any longer.

Onyx: What do you mean?

Spencer: Tomorrow, you're out of here.

*They suddenly hear gunshots*

Spencer: Scratch that, you're coming with me right now.

Onyx: Who are you to impose on my lifestyle?

Spencer:

*He grabs Onyx and throws him over his shoulder*

Onyx: Spencer! Put me down!

Spencer: *ignores him* *starts to carry him out of the building*

Onyx: I can't believe you....

*They get back to Spencer's car, and Spencer sits Onyx in the front seat and he goes and gets in the driver's side*

Onyx: *stares bemused at Spencer* Dude!

Spencer: Don't 'Dude!' me, *starts car* you're not staying there as long as I have a say in it.

Onyx: Then what am I supposed to do!? Where am I supposed to stay then!?

Spencer: You're moving in with me.

Onyx: WHAT!? What do you mean, I'm moving in with you!?

Spencer: You're going to live with me; it's that simple.

Onyx: I don't fit in with prestigious people like you.

Spencer: I don't care, as long as I know that you won't be the rape and/or murder victim of some drug addict who already murder his twelfth girlfriend.

Onyx: Oh my god, you're being ridiculous.

*A minute passes of silence*

Onyx: ...are you being serious? Me moving in with you?

Spencer: Yeah. You're not saying you actually liked that place?

Onyx: Oh god no; the old lady that lived across from me has sores on her neck, and there's a creepy one-eyed pigeon on my fire escape.

Spencer: Then it's settled; you're living with me for now one.

Onyx: But I don't own anything....

Spencer: So, I'll buy you anything your little heart desires.

Onyx: Nooooo..... I don't want to be a burden.

Spencer: It's no problem, I don't mind spoiling you.

Onyx: .....thanks.  

Spencer: It's no problem.