When You're An Addams

You Gotta Have A Lot Of Passion

Shortly after Fin's arrival, all settled throughout the Addams' estate. Books were devoured, tea was sipped, music was played, spiders were cuddled, and bodies were charged after such an eventful few days. Thus a contented quiet had settled over the household only broken by the patter of footsteps on creaking wood and the gentle hum of Uncle Fester's generator.

Which made the sudden explosion of noise all the more effective at rousing all from the various rooms they had settled in. At first, it was still muffled cacophony as Bren found themselves hurrying down the stairs. Rather quickly ending up in step with Wednesday as they shared a look of confusion.

About the time they reached the front door, though, that rumbling sirens call burst forth almost violently as the driver's door of a beat-up old truck opened. Once escaped, that thundering transformed into a near deafening wave of orchestral music. A tsunami that was still, somehow, effortlessly cut through by a deep, booming voice.

"Mein Ehr' hab' ich verloren,
mein Ehr', mein Ehr' ist hin!"

For all the resonant gravitas and passion in the voice, the last thing Bren had expected was to see some beat up, leathery flip-flops hit the ground. Even more surprising was the visual of what, by all accounts to April, looked like the spawning source of all drunken, Californian frat boy on spring break depictions in existence.

The waving man-bun with sunglasses and a side-cut out shirt with jorts and flip-flops was a jarring opposition to the dramatic scene laid in the newcomer's expression.

Equal parts disgusted and grieved as the blonde stood steady before them: stance solid yet still somehow unsure. Gazing down near feverishly into their empty palms as if to search for something that slipped through their fingers despite the desperate clenching of them into white-knuckled fists. A bitter, piercing condemnation in his tone that faded into almost a grieved beg of forgiveness.

More jarring still, by Fin's thinking, was the sudden, beaming grin at the music's fade that greeted them as the blonde pulled off the sunglasses.

"Yo, what's up?! My name's Chad. This is the Addams' Estate, right?" The rough and tumble, edging towards nasal voice was completely different from the prior vocals. Somehow, his smile shone even brighter as he spotted Gomez. "Gomez! My hombre! Good to finally meet you face to face!" As Chad spoke, he strode across the drive to eagerly take Gomez's hand, only to pull the man into a hug as he slapped his back. A gesture which delighted the man by how eagerly it was returned.

Stepping back after a moment, Chad turned that megawatt grin to Morticia. "That means this must be the lovely Morticia! Sorry if I caused a ruckus pulling in. I just couldn't resist when Wagner came up in the shuffle! Gets the blood pump'n!" As he spoke, he took the hand she delicately offered him, smiling softly in approval as he brought it to his lips to just barely kiss her knuckles. "Gorgeous, just like Gomez said! I'm sorry I got here late, though. Ran into a bit of traffic then missed a turn while jamming to some Strauss. Got lost in more ways that one, ya know?"

"Oh, yes. There are lovely swamps to get lost in here." Morticia agreed merrily. "I can only evision the resplendent experience of getting lost among those murky pools to the classical works featuring such wonderful arrays of betrayal and trickery."

"See? Knew you'd get it! Man did you snag a good one, Gomez!"

April balked as Chad's eyes set on her, next. Bren preened a bit at her retreating a bit behind them at the blonde's purposeful approach. "You must be the other tenants! Name's Chadwick, but everyone but my Oma calls me Chad!"

Bren arched a brow at the immediate hand held out quite obviously for an uncomfortable looking April. Stepping forward a bit, They gave a disarming smile as the movement brought them close enough that Chad instinctively stepped back.