@infcrni !
sure--- perhaps knocking on the door would have been a more prudent, even thoughtful, way of entering a home rather than the usual criminal approach, especially if said spontaneous rendezvous took place after midnight. but old habits die hard, and even after a decade, committing a felony was one of her top three recreational activities. except this time, her intentions were anything but malicious. the brunette was not oblivious to her own reasoning, what had led her there when any decent person would be, at the very least, in their second dream. ziba knew WHY she was there, and blaming it to any other external factor would be lying beyond doubt. ceaselessly stealthy, she opted for deliberate carelessness instead, because even though sneaking up and startling people was gratifying enough as it is, there was no way of knowing the extent of wolfgang’s heart condition and scaring him to death would, well, defeat the purpose entirely. ensuring his furniture was bumping into her and combat boots softly thudded on hard floor, ziba barely leaned her body against his room’s door frame, lips pressing into a thin line, dark hues avoidant of his gaze.
