“ Seeeeeeb, ” the tall blonde’s voice announced his presence in the house as foolproof as usual. All those years of practice paid off, hadn’t they? “ I come bearing giiiiiftssss! ” Indeed he was, the deep blue cans of soda jingled in a linen tote bag he got from Jodi, resembling those bells on cows’ necks. He must’ve brought a whole sick-pack, the man he was. “ Open the door, pretty please? ”
days had gone by in the dingy basement bedroom that only became more disastrous as the hours ticked by . only the hum of his computer ( left on , for gods know what reason ) broke the silence ;
until a familiar knock ripped sebastian from his half-torpor . his face scrunched in vague irritation , ( though how could he really be upset ? that voice was the only welcomed one that could come to mind , even if the energy was a little too high for his current state of his mind ) .
sebastian rolled under the covers until his face burrowed in the safe confines of his pillow , and a tired groan of protest escaped his lips .
❝ it's open , dude . just come in . ❞
