𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @dizzyfm
he’s EXHAUSTED and STARVING, boiling water on the stove to make pasta because it’s the easiest thing to make that doesn’t go in a microwave — ryan has some standards, okay. thoughts are already preoccupied on what it’ll feel like to fall into his bed and sleep away another 24 hours shift just in time to go at it again, when the fire alarm goes off ; the irony is NOT lost on him as he’s shoving keys and his wallet into his pockets. it’s midday, so it’s not like there are a ton of people in the building, obvious as he pushes open the door and makes his way down the near empty stairwell. he’s not moving with all that much URGENCY, but that’s just because he’s pretty sure someone’s burned their toast again and not that the building is in danger of going up in flames. he peers over the railing, sighing at the sight of the distance he still has to descend, “ — WHY did i decide to live on the top floor ?? ”
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