{ ☪ }; — Eyes wide, staring up at the night sky; she inhaled sharply and calmly released. Naomi walked up to the house and turned, sliding down on her back. One leg crossing the other as she patted down her shirt. She had met many people at this house, and figured one of them would come out eventually. Maybe even someone new. That’d be nice.
(☯);— It was late. Usually, Mitch would have gone to bed a long time ago but tonight was different. Constance was out for the first time in what felt like years and he had the house to himself, in which time he'd spent with the music of his stereo blasting unnecessarily loud while he smoked in his underwear for no reason but than because he could. However, now he'd decided to venture downstairs and make himself a sandwich, so he did so, collecting plates and ingredients carelessly. Until he heard a faint noise. The hybrid spun around, his eyes flickering across the door as though wishing he could see through it. Bread knife in one hand for self-defense, he cautiously entered each room only to let out a sigh of relief when he saw her. "--Fuck!" he breathed, his wrist slacking around the knife as he recognized her, "so i talk to you in a field and that makes it okay for you to break into my house?" Mitch asked with a breathy laugh of disbelief.
