[ probitaas | [mssg:] would u please open the door ]
She does not bother with the tacking of fingers upon a luminescent screen, merely the disgruntled gargle that passes over her lips as a reply instead. Legs hoist off the side of a rumpled sheet covered bed and bring her to a steady pad over towards an incredibly intricately locked door. No one ever said the neighborhood in which she dwelled was safe -- at least by her two friend's standards. Over protective ninnies.
The sight she peers at is rather unfamiliar, unknown to her by most accounts but the slackened jaw gives way to the faintest hint of mercy. Lips grimace once whilst shoulders shrug, body moving to offer an open invitation to a spartan decorate abode. Breath puffs once, blowing disheveled locks from a sleepy visage, breaking as she speaks in a weary and rest laden timbre,
❝ Get in here before you wake my neighbors. How the hell did you even know where I lived to begin with? ❞
