#𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯

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Erik Lehnsherr && Joseph

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Erik && Joseph

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Erik && Charles ( the early years )

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"A pleasure..." He was trying to come across a little less stern, though it certainly helped to have a face that people didn't recognise or the stigma that came with his many questionable -- - past indiscretions.

Though the mention of rugelach did have a faint smile soften his expression a bit. "I'll keep that in mind." He couldn't even remember the last time someone had treated him this way. "Come in." The man uttered as he turned back and stepped inside, the main living area largely barren from lack of belongings. He hadn't exactly brought any belongings with him, though he had managed to procure the necessities. "Milk? Sugar, perhaps?"

"Oh. Well, welcome to Eastview." He said with a smile. "I'm Billy."

He offered a polite smile. "I think I'm your neighbor from a few doors down. My dad told me to give you these - but don't trust the rugelach. For reasons. Sure - I'd love some."