@drumolition.
dean’s got those two - am - breaking - into - a - haunted - apartment vibes. he’s pretty sure it’s empty – i mean, since the previous tenant’s THROAT was slashed, there’s not really any doubt. he’s been working on this door for ten minutes now with no luck. he sighs. murphy just had to come and stick his junk where it didn’t belong. he takes a step backwards and kicks at the door. it doesn’t budge, but the hallway is acoustic enough to carry the sound out of the open - airway apartment building and into the street. he tries again – again – nope, nothing. “well, this just SUCKS.”
he notices movement out of his peripheral. one hand goes to the gun in his waistband, but when he turns to see a costume-clad girl perched on a railing, he relaxes. he wants to offer a smile, but hey, it’s two in the morning, so he just scowls a little. “nice costume. you goin’ to a late-night con or somethin’?”
