Apr 18
???: wha- uh, um... hello...?
<a person wearing a cloak, missing their left arm, approaches you, confused>
???: who are you...?
- @just-thelyle
(Ooc: HERE COMES THE CONFUSION >:D)
O-Oh uh- h-hi. I'm Lyle.
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???: wha- uh, um... hello...?
<a person wearing a cloak, missing their left arm, approaches you, confused>
???: who are you...?
- @just-thelyle
(Ooc: HERE COMES THE CONFUSION >:D)
O-Oh uh- h-hi. I'm Lyle.
@single-rat-father
*Lyle rubs Sams back, trying to sooth him.*
Y-Yeah. . . Do you w-wanna move to the bed? It'll be more comfortable than the floor.
@samsays92
*Sam waited there for around 20 minutes. Things were getting real antsy before Sam finally heard a heavy, slamming door and a call from upstairs.*
S-Sam-! It's safe!
who are you and how did you get into Sam’s apartment (this is right after lyle got the second kiss and invited himself into Sam’s apartment I’m Hellen)
O-Oh, um- I-I'm Lyle-! I'm Sams downstairs neighbor. Th-Th-The door was, uh, l-left open.
There is a knocking on the door of Apartment 21. Outside the peephole stands a teenager wearing jogging clothes and a delivery cap. He is holding several square boxes. The aroma of pizza fills the hallway...
"Hello, uh… did you order pizza? I have, um… a small pineapple, a small Italian, and a medium chicken pizza." ~ @fromageandflame
*Lyle hesitantly cracks the door open, peaking his face out to look down at the teenager.*
Uh. . .
W-We have a pizza boy in the buidling-?
*Lyle adjusts himself, opening the door a few more inches to get a better view. And a better sniff. Oh God, he wanted those pizzas so bad. He was sick of TV dinners.*
Yeessss. . . Y-Y-Yes, th-those are mine.
Lyle wakes up in his nest alone, a moment of panic that everything he’d done was all a dream washing over him before he looked around and realized…
No, that really happened. Sam saw his dark room but then still decided to take him back to apartment 33 where he *finally* took Lyle’s V-card. And it was *Amazing*. They had fallen asleep cuddling beneath Lyle’s blanket so then where was he…?
Looking around, Sam had gathered up any soiled fabric not being nested in and added them to the slightly overflowing hamper beside his desk including Lyle’s usual cloak stained with gore from the fight with Lokjaw yesterday. The door to the room was cracked open and Lyle could smell breakfast being fried up as well as Joel and Gary playing together in the living room.
— single-rat-father
*Lyle wraps the blanket around himself and gets up, his legs wobbling as their soreness hits him. He manages to make it to the door, peaking his head out and looking around.*
Scuttle scuttle
*roach sounds approaching your kitchen cabinet..*
Scuttle scuttle.
- Suspicious blue roach 🪳
O-Oh dear- nononono-
*Lyles legs skitter as he chases after the roach, trying to grab it. He couldn't afford his apartment getting infested.*
@single-rat-father
H-He was an asshole. . .
*Lyles arms retreat into his cloak and he pulls out his keys.*
Y-You made that place bearable for a lot of people. . . I-I would've quit not even a month in if it wasn't for you.
*Lyle unlocks the door and opens it, letting Sam go inside first and following behind him.*