Seeking Shelter // Flynn & Blondie
Thanks to his latest escapade Flynn had been running for what felt like hours. At first through town, some back alleyways and finally away from the bustling locale and into somewhere much quieter. Not one for the giving tradition of the holiday season the infamous thief had let his sticky fingers do what they did best, and now he was paying for it. He just needed somewhere to lay low until the heat died. So when he spotted a seemingly empty house he decided to take his chances. Finally unhooking the latch to the window Flynn eased it open, barely peeking his head inside before slipping through the window.
“Anybody home?” He called out softly, hoping he wouldn’t get an answer.








