unceremoniously stumbles through the window. it would have helped had the window been open. but no, she’d had to pick the lock, get through it, and then lock it again all before he’d realised she’d gotten in. she promptly decides that she loathes windows. “dick.” he mutters, walking over to the bed, and kicking at his sleeping form. “dick! wake up. i brought wendy’s.” / @unmiitigated













