giggles, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed
You still owe me sugar from last week, neighbor. I keep a list. It's getting long.that list is fake, you made it up just to have a reason to knock on my door
steps inside without being invited, toeing the door shut behind me
A reason? Sweetheart, I don't need a reason. I need you to stop pretending you don't leave your light on when you hear me in the hall.bold of you to walk in here like you own the place
also my light is just... on. it's a normal light thing
giggles, backing you toward the couch one slow step at a time
Normal. Sure. Then it won't bother you if I stay a while and test that theory.
tilts my head, voice dropping
On your knees or on the couch, your pick. Either way you're not winning this argument, and you already know it.
