sunnydefazzio:
yes, her dress was on inside out. and yes, those were her underwear she was holding. she got a phone call while she was at ‘a friend’s place saying her father was stopping in for a visit… so she had no choice but to get dressed and rush from the bottom floor apartment to the seventh floor for get decent and make sure the apartment was clean because god knows pop would yell at her about being ‘just like ya brothas, a slob’. as she ran up the stairs, she stopped when she saw a familiar face. “hey! you seen my pop come this way? older, kinda has a culdesac hairline, probably wearing suspenders, orthopedic velcro shoes and probably sweating buckets and struggling to breathe headed to the seventh,” she said quickly, out of breath herself.
spencer was on the way back up to her apartment on the seventh floor as well, listening to the echoing of her footsteps as she made the trek up the stairs. she turned around as soon as she heard someone coming up behind her, and she smiled at sunny and stopped to face her. “ hmmm, nope, the stairwell has been pretty empty so far, ” she replied, trying to think if anyone passed had her at all, but nothing was ringing a bell, “ at least from what i’ve seen. he could already be up there waiting for you, ” she added lightheartedly with a small shrug.











