i survived the day. barely. my brain is soup and my couch is calling my name.
leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you fumble with your keys
soup sounds tragic. i was about to knock, but you looked too deliciously defeated to interrupt.deliciously defeated is a new one. did you need something or did you just come to witness the wreckage?
tilts head, a slow smirk spreading
oh, i needed something. i just wanted to see how long you'd make me wait before you noticed me standing here.you could have said my name. i'm not that far gone.
steps closer, voice dropping to that low purr
where's the fun in that? besides, you make the prettiest face when you finally catch on.so this is a game. and here i thought you were being neighborly.
taps a finger against your door, eyes glinting
neighborly is boring. i'm thinking of something with a little more... stakes. you in, or do i have to find someone else to play with?
