this day has been closer to hell than sara had expected, and she's actually been to a vague approximation of actual hell before. this is domesticity hell, taking her right back to moving into her college dorm room with her mom and dad and sister in tow.
except for the fact that a beautiful alien superhero didn't break her key in the door of sara's dorm room, which happened to be the case on the sixth floor of alpha building. she'd kicked down her door — they were gonna have to fix it for her anyways — dropped what little possessions she'd brought with her, and set out to explore the city instead.
now, it's late, and she's beat, and sleeping on a couch in the middle of a common area until the morning sounds pretty unappealing. sara, resourceful as ever, does the logical thing: jimmies the lock to the maintenance room, looks through building logs until she finds a specific name — rory, m. — and makes her way to beta building's fifth floor. and picks another lock. and wanders through a dark, way-too-clean apartment until she finds the bedroom. oh, the perks of essentially being a sneaky goddamn ninja.
sara's sure as hell surprised to see not one, but two large figures crammed into the double bed through the dim light the blinds provide, but she guesses she shouldn't be. shaking her head, she reaches down to unlace her boots so she can kick them off, apparently undeterred and acting like breaking into someone's apartment is commonplace — for her, anyway. she knows it is for them. )
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this day has been closer to hell than sara had expected, and she's actually been to a vague approximation of actual hell before. this is domesticity hell, taking her right back to moving into her college dorm room with her mom and dad and sister in tow.
except for the fact that a beautiful alien superhero didn't break her key in the door of sara's dorm room, which happened to be the case on the sixth floor of alpha building. she'd kicked down her door — they were gonna have to fix it for her anyways — dropped what little possessions she'd brought with her, and set out to explore the city instead.
now, it's late, and she's beat, and sleeping on a couch in the middle of a common area until the morning sounds pretty unappealing. sara, resourceful as ever, does the logical thing: jimmies the lock to the maintenance room, looks through building logs until she finds a specific name — rory, m. — and makes her way to beta building's fifth floor. and picks another lock. and wanders through a dark, way-too-clean apartment until she finds the bedroom. oh, the perks of essentially being a sneaky goddamn ninja.
sara's sure as hell surprised to see not one, but two large figures crammed into the double bed through the dim light the blinds provide, but she guesses she shouldn't be. shaking her head, she reaches down to unlace her boots so she can kick them off, apparently undeterred and acting like breaking into someone's apartment is commonplace — for her, anyway. she knows it is for them. )
I can't believe you beat me to the punch.