You know, at this point Krys should be used to finding people in her apartment even if she didn’t let them in, but she isn’t. It’s not surprising anymore, it’s just irritating, like, who the hell keeps giving her key out to people ( the answer would be her but she’s usually too out of it to remember ) thinking that’s a smart idea? Amazing she hasn’t been hacked to death by an axe murderer by now. This is the first time she’s woken up in the middle of the night and found someone on her couch, though, eating HER cookie crisp like it’s nobody’s fucking business. She’d scream, but instead opts for snatching the pillow off her bed and charging back out into the living room to quite literally smack the male over the back of the head with it. Now there’s cereal on her couch, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. But still, it worked.
“You better fuckin’ replace that, Murphy. How did you even get in here? WHY are you in here? And more importantly, why are you eating my fucking cookie crisp at three in the fucking morning on my goddamn couch??”