He had broken into Lawrence’s appartment. He had no desire to steal any of the man’s plants or disrupt them in any way, but rather to befriend Lawrence. In typical Strade fashion it all had to be done in a strange way, of course. Talking to Lawrence out front was just too plain for his liking. He had been watching Lawrence for longer than he cared to admit and as of late had become far more curious than he had been initially. And what better way to show interest than to commit a bit of breaking and entering?
Sitting cross legged on Lawrence’s bed Strade would wait in the shadows, the only bit of light being reflected from the moon just barely reaching the side of his face. Though his face remained expressionless for the most part, he perked up immensely upon hearing the other’s doorknob twist. This was going to be so much fun! For Strade, anyway.
@flosmortis