@sleuthwitch liked for a manfred singing starter!
He wasn’t sure how long Penelope would be staying in town, or if she was just passing through. Regardless, he’d offered her a bed to crash on while she was here, and he’d taken up the couch in the front room. The only troublesome part of the whole sleep arrangement was that he often forgot to close the front blinds. That would never happen on a full moon, but on a regular phase of it, he’d not bother.
Morning sun had streamed through the large cracks, and he’d rolled off the couch with a moan, grabbed his button shirt off the floor and slipped one arm through. Bare feet padding towards the front window, he stretched, slipped his other arm into his shirt, and pushed open the blinds, blinking and squinting against the bright light.
“Cause she was blinded by the light!” he sang a little loudly, half chuckling at the irony as the song popped into his head. Doing a quick one eighty turn, he grinned as he continued with the song, “Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night!” He pumped a hand at an air guitar, fingers wiggling against invisible strings while his other hand pretended to hold the neck of it.
“Blinded by the liiiiiight! Madman, drummers, bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat!” he screeched in a playful sing-song voice and jammed his way into the kitchen. “In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat! With a boulder on my shoulder, feelinnn’ kinda older, I - ” His performance came to a screeching halt when he noticed the young woman sitting at his kitchen table, and he quickly composed himself as best he could. “Oh god, I’m sorry you had to see that. How long have you been up?"
