"Aren't you a rickety piece of plastic? What kinda phcking hole did you crawl out of to look so bad?" -@phckxff // I hope this is okay, I adore Pip
There they were, standing outside of the detective's door, drenched from the relentless onslaught of rain that was coming sideways at them. They shivered, although they weren't sure why, and gazed at him with slightly glazed over eyes.
"I-I-I, uh- well I-I uhm-"
They rubbed at their arms, mud caking their fingers and shoes, dirt and grime covered their face. They were in rough shape, it had been a while since they had been able to clean themself up, or even get a proper refill of thirium. They looked on the verge of passing out.
"H-Help me, p-p-please? C-Can I-I-I-?" They cut themself off, gesturing vaguely at the door behind him.
@phckxff
A short snort was what Pip was met with at first. Gavin was supremely unimpressed with this supposed display of vulnerability, especially after the rebellion that had occurred a few months ago. But fuck it, he was feeling charitable.
Gavin made a sweeping motion with his arm as he pushed the door open with his back, "Why the phck not? Welcome to my humble abode, toaster."
Once sufficiently satisfied that they were in the house, Gavin shut the door with a click, resting bastard face coming in full swing as he appraised their condition silently. "You look like shit."