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Oblivous supernatural roomates

{A vampire, ghost, witch, pixie, troll, and werewolf all live in the same house as roommates. All of them are woefully bad at hiding that they are supernatural, however all of them are also woefully dumb, and do not realize their roommates are supernatural despite obvious signs.}

Logan walked into the house, one arm filled with groceries and the rest mindlessly floating behind him. He closed the door and put everything down in the kitchen. He then called up the stairs to whatever roommates were in the house.

"Groceries! You know the drill!" It took a bit until two of his roommates walked down the stairs. One with a flowercrown on her head that never seemed to wilt, Logan thinks it was plastic but it was hard to tell, and the other had on his usual old fashioned clothes. The one with the flowercrown skipped into the kitchen with him while the other practically glided into the living room as he sat on the couch.

Logan smiled at his perky roommate as they started to put up the groceries. "Hey, Oliver. Your turn today?" Oliver chirped out a happy 'yep' as she walked over to the potted plants on the windowsill and watered them, the flowers visibly perking up and tilting towards her. She's so good with plants. As Logan put away the bags he called to his quiet roommate. "Hey, Lloyl. Could you turn on the Tv? It's a bit quiet in here."

Logan immediately got a response. "What....uh...'controler'?" Logan corrected him, used to his lack of knowledge of English, the thinks it's his second language. "Its 'Remote' for TVs." Lloyl continued his question. "Which 'remote' is it?" Logan answered as he tossed the balled up bags into the trash can, them floating a bit farther then they should to make it in. "It's the grey one with the direction arrows in the middle."

There wasn't a response but the TV soon turned on without Lloyl moving to pick up the remote. Then another of Logan's roommates left a side hallway from the direction of his room, hair a mess and dirt covering his face, making it have a slight greyish tint, like he just got done dumpster-diving. His voice was very deep and gravelly with a heavy accent, making it a tad hard to understand him at times. "Razi hear food?"

Oliver giggled and answered him as she cleaned the counters in preparation for cooking dinner later in the night. "Not quite, Razi! We just got the groceries put up." Razi nodded then grabbed his mace from where it leaned on the wall next to the front door. He really liked that foam mace, so much so that he painted and shined it to look like the real thing. "Ok. Razi go out. Call Razi when friends catch dinner!"

He got three responses before he left. Oliver soon joined Lloyl on the couch and chatted with him happily. Logan grabbed a small bag that he didn't unpack and walked down the side hallway. His eyes softly glowing to light his way. When he got to a door he stopped and knocked, waiting until he got a soft response. He opened the door to the dim room.

He softly called into the room as he shut the door behind him. "Rona? You feel any better?" He just gets a soft groan from a lump on the bed. He walked over and sat the bag down on her bedside table before sitting on the edge of her bed to stroke his fingers through her hair. "I got you some stuff for this week. I noticed you had run out last month. I got you some peanut butter cookies too." That gained a soft huff from his cocooned roommate in a form of thanks.

He stood and patted her head before he left. "Hope you feel better soon. I'll leave your dinner just outside your door like usual, ok?" That gained a grunt of acknowledgement. He quietly left her room and walked up the stairs, passing a window showing the nearly full moon starting to rise. He walked to the other end of the hallway and went up the attic stairs, knocking on the door at the top.

"Zadicus? Zad? Zee? Its time to get up. We're about to make dinner then you can get ready for work." That only got a soft hiss, making him roll his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Get up, sleepy head. I'll make you stake tonight if you get up. Extra rare, like you like it." There was a short pause before there was a reluctant groan and he heard the floorboards start to creak.

Smiling to himself he made his way back downstairs and walked back into the kitchen, floating various pots and pans onto the stove as he grabbed what he needed to start working on dinner. Going through his mental checklist as he started cooking. Fruits for Oliver, check. Extravigant but small portions for Lloyl, check. Practically raw meat for Zad and Rona, check. Lots of mushrooms, nuts, and a few insects for Razi, check. And a variety of foods for Logan's magic, check.

Once done he finished plating the food and turned around. Lloyl seemed to just appear behind him, making him jump and almost dump the plates balanced on his arms. Them staying in place with a little subtle help from his magic. He sighed and glared at his old fashioned roommate. "Lloyl! Don't sneak up on me like that!" He gave Logan a small bow. "Apologies, my friend. I had just noticed the evening meal was done and I came to assist you place it at the table."

Logan smiled at him and politely declined the offer as he carefully scooted around him towards the dining room. "Thank you, but there isn't any need, buddy. If you could go tell Zee dinner is ready, I would appreciate it though!" "As you wish, sir." Logan didn't hear him leave or the squeaky door open but when he turned back, Lloyl was gone.

Logan just called to Oliver. "Hey, Li-li?" "Yes?" "Could you call Razi and tell him dinners ready?" "Of course!" She skipped out the back door towards her garden to make her call. Logan enjoyed the strangeness of his roommates and wouldn't change it even at the cost of his Grimoire's safety.