@sunshinesniper
▲ “I’m going to kill that idiot one day.” The salmon-haired male grunted, finally making his way home. It had been day two of his interrogation at the police station, thanks to the shenanigans he and a certain idiot had pulled off the other day (which involved driving past the speed limit, several broken fire hydrants, and them driving without licenses). The police gave them skeptical looks that they were only trying to learn how to drive a car.
However, since they were new citizens, and rather this was their first misdemeanor, it was overlooked somehow. And incredulously, the car had no owner so they weren’t charged with auto theft either. (Even better, the car went to his ownership but it was under confiscation by the police until he got a license).
He was really exhausted from this week’s events. He decided that as soon as he got home, he was hitting the hay early. Sighing heavily, it took him only ten minutes to walk back to the apartment complex and walked up the stairs. His apartment was just a little bit down the hallway and he searched for his keys when he reached his door.
Unlocking it with a click, the aroma of hot cocoa wafted in the air, leaving him confused. He didn’t make cocoa this morning, did he?