The Days Are Just Packed [closed rp, incidentallyi-chaya, calvin and hobbes!au]
It was so illogical to be scared of your own front door, but when you have a homicidal psycho Forge sehlat lying in wait and ready to pounce you right behind it as you try to open the door, you tend to err on the side of caution. Like occasionally fashion dummies of yourself for said homicidal psycho Forge sehlat to tackle instead of yourself.
Spock today was feeling that same sort of apprehension as he approached the door to his house. He was tired and hot from trekking up that long and annoying desert path from the bus stop, but he knew he would get no immediate reprieve if I-Chaya decided to try and test his reflexes at the door. Despite being old and fat (I-Chaya had belonged to Dad, surprisingly enough, because a sehlat as awesome as I-Chaya could never have belonged to such an old stickler like Dad), that sehlat sure had some spring left in him.
With a sigh, the young Vulcan reached out and pressed the buzzer to be let into his house, preparing himself for the worst
