Muse: Davan 'Dav' Choudhury, tech guy Open to: all (30+ preferably) Plot: he's caught up in some shady stuff and can't go home just yet.
Almost positive Davan had thrown whoever was falling him off his trail, he lowered his hood so his friend could see it was him and not some random creep showing up at their door in the middle of the night. "Hey, sorry for popping up out of the blue like this, I know I'm the last person you'd want to see right now but it's... complicated. It's cold out here, may I come in?"












