@the-expatriate
Continued from here.
Pari made her way up the steps, and as jarring as the place felt, she had a personal obligation to return the coat. Maybe she should come back later, she thought to herself. But the thought was quickly shoved to one side as she knocked on the door. If he'd answer, awesome. If not, she'd come back later.
Thud thud thud.
The knocking not only landed on the door, but also directly onto his skull. Lucio grumbles to himself, rubbing his temple slightly in minor irritation. He'd come down from his high some time ago- Jules helping keep a handle on him while he did so. But, his head still hurt from bashing that other man's face in.
He may have went a bit harder than he'd intended. And Emily had already gone home for the day.
Which means Lucio had to pull his ass up from his place of rotting on the couch in the living room to drag himself to the door to answer it.
The door slowly creaks open, revealing the man from the night before standing behind it. His hair slightly messy and his clothes much more casual than the night before. Loungewear- sweats and a plain t-shirt clinging to his abdomen.
Upon seeing Pari- he tilts his head, slightly confused. Though his lips still part in a small smile.
"Oh hey- it's you. Uhhh... what's up? How do you know where I live?" He asks, benignly curious rather than accusing.
