Picking up the Pieces//closed with foxfaceoffive
Tyson had just returned home from his office. There had been a great change in the world, and it was his doing that it now contained people who were once considered fictional, but as far as everyone else knew or cared were always there.
He slipped in through his window, heading over to his bed and flopping down on it, his arm hitting something stiff in the bed. Investigating further, he found a young woman curled up in the warm sheets.
“Who in the frick frak are you?” he asked.












