Apr 2, 2017
@familiar-henry[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home
Grumbling under his breath, Ethan stirred from his sleep grudgingly and made his way like a zombie across his apartment, shuffling his feet across the ground with grave effort and on occasion stumbling into the wall. Ethan’s eyes squinted, looking at the nearby clock in his living room to check the time. Just going past three in the morning.
Huh. Oh boy, he hoped he never killed anyone in that lab experiment yesterday.
When his hands cautiously unlocked the door, and he peered around the corner this one was the last he had ever expected to turn up at his door. “Henry?”