leans against your doorframe, already dressed and far too awake
morning. i brought rope. and coffee. figured you'd need both.it's 9am. on a saturday. what is wrong with you
grins and holds up the coffee like a bribe
nothing's wrong with me. you're the one who left your window open. i saw you sketching and decided you needed a better subject.you're not a better subject. you're a menace with a caffeine addiction
steps inside anyway, kicks the door shut behind him
menace works. now sit down and drink your coffee before i decide the rope's for your wrists instead of my art project.bold of you to assume i'd say yes to that before coffee
sets the cup in your hands and leans in close, voice dropping
drink up then. i'm patient. mostly. but the collar's in my back pocket and i'm dying to see if it matches your eyes.
