[Rem]

Rem sighed, rubbing the back of his head as he looked over the mess of boxes that plagued the living room of his new home. What a mess, and he still had all the furniture to drag into the house out of the truck. This was going to be an exhausting day. But despite that nothing lowered his spirit, he was too happy to finally be here. His own house, for the first time! No more noisy apartments with noisy, nosy neighbors. No more broken car windows or police sirens. He glanced out the window, grinning at the scenes of suburbia that surrounded him. He almost didn't know if he could get used to such tranquility, he'd never had it before. Well, he'd certainly learn, he decided, grabbing a few boxes and heading towards the basement stairs to set them away. A new start...a fresh start, was just what he needed.

He tromped down the basement stairs, noting that they were in vast need of repair; the whole place was a fixer-upper to be honest but he'd gotten it for a song, so he wasn't complaining. He could do the work anyway, he'd been a part-time contractor before he got his bartending gig. His boots hit the concrete floor with a click and he flicked the light, the dusty naked bulb hanging in the center of the room weakly flickering on. He started to walk to the corner to set down the boxes when he noticed a door set into the wall underneath the stairs and blinked, frowning. A door there...? He didn't remember that when he toured the house. Had he missed it somehow...?

Curiously, he walked over to the door and tried the knob, but it was locked. His frown deepened and he tugged at it a few times, but it was secure. Oh well...he could come back later and work with it. No big deal. He turned around and pulled a box cutter out of his pocket and set to work opening the boxes he'd put down there, wanting to unpack a few things before he brought the furniture in.

[Kitsaria]

There were perks to being a demon, and being able to hide in plain sight had to be the best of them. For as many years as the house had been standing Kit had hidden herself away in a room under the basement stairs. The first owner had known and welcomed her, after he'd passed however she'd simply stayed tucked away, sneaking out at odd hours when she wouldn't be noticed. She hadn't had any claim to the house, but she was too set in her ways to leave. Besides, she hadn't been interested enough in the people who'd come and gone since then to bother letting her presence be known, and on top of that none of them had notice the door that led to her room.

When the knob, hell the whole of her door shook from someone trying to open it, Kit startled, and nearly jumped from where she'd been curled up. Not knowing who, or what, was on the other side of the door, the demoness shifted her form -yet another perk- from something that looked like a dragon of human portions, to the form of a woman, long heavily curled ringlets of hair falling past her waistline. She dressed herself in a simple pair of jeans, and a snug fitted tee shirt before sliding her feet into a pair of shoes and walked to the door.

Quietly she broke the magic seal keeping the door locked and peered her head out, wanting to know who it was that could see her door when so many others didn't. What greeted her was a rather nice backside, as the person owning it was bent over a box, presumably opening it.

[[OOC: Holy crap I'm so sorry this took forever to get done, Akri. x__x ]]