Knock Knock || Gabe x Molly
Thank God for people who didn’t lock their homes every time they left! It wasn’t idea. It wasn’t perfect. The only upside was that because the door was already unlocked, she couldn’t get hit with a breaking and entering if she were caught. She hadn’t been invited in, which meant that she wouldn’t be at anything resembling full power if she ended up being followed, but between the Veils she’d thrown and her quick thinking, she was pretty sure she’d successfully given those trailing her the slip.
Being in public spaces and all, it wouldn’t have been the cleverest of moves to hang around and try to get information out of them. Whether they were human, or fomor, or something else, she really didn’t know. All she knew was that she didn’t really want to end up pulling a Harry in broad daylight.
Huh. Pulling a Harry. Was that even a thing? As she ghosted through the place, moving as quietly as she could, she looked for signs of possible inhabitants. So far, it looked like one adult, no kids, and no one was home. Perfect! As much as she hated the idea of borrowing someone else’s clothes, she really did have every intention of bringing them back. She knew where she was, well, more or less, so how hard could getting the items back really be?
Overthinking again, Molly, she told herself, reaching what appeared to be the master bedroom. Guys clothes. Only guys clothes. Funny, the place hadn’t really looked like a bachelor pad. There’d been no pizza boxes or wing containers, empty beer bottles or red Solo cups laying abandoned and discarded on the floor. Come to think of it, she hadn’t remembered seeing a television, either. Shit.... She’d been too panicked to think about checking for wards, though she didn’t remember any going off? That only meant one thing. She needed to find something that would fit, or fit well enough, and get the hell out.
Whoever the guy was, he had pretty decent taste in clothing. Nothing too terribly top of the line, but the cut and fit all looked as though he’d been pretty particular about what he’d been buying. His waist was almost the same size as her hips, though the pair of brown pants she’d pulled on did fit a little more snugly than she’d like. Some people would say that a woman’s butt looked good in men’s pants. Molly wasn’t sure this was the case, but she didn’t really have the time to be choosy, either.
The walk-in closet revealed a lot of dress shirts, and some undershirts. She supposed an undershirt would have to do unless she wanted to look like she was modeling her sexy professor outfit for Halloween early. She was holding one of the undershirts up for sizing purposes when a sound near the door caught her attention. Well, crap. That meant she’d need to have some of plausible explanation that wasn’t a complete lie for a hot, half dressed woman in some random dude’s closet.
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